This guy mos def lifts bro…

I have written about lovable hair pulling shorty, now I will tell you about the other Lebanese Australian man that I have dated, who is pretty much, the complete opposite of him. He was 6’4 and 103 kg’s, lets call him Unit, cause that’s what he was. I dated him years ago. I was intrigued by this guy. He was massive. We met on a dating website. we chatted for a bit and he seemed like a really nice guy. His pics weren’t anything special, amazing body, wasn’t too sure about his face, but I can get past that because he was nice. Reading that back, I sound like a shallow bitch, but that isn’t the case. When it comes to internet dating, after a while you do come with a side of skepticism. Anyway, he asked me out and wanted to spend Valentine’s Day with me. As far as I’m concerned that’s a pretty big no no, so I graciously declined and suggested another day. Why would I want to go out on a first date on Valentine’s day? My idea of Valentine’s day is watching seriously depressing movies like Blue Valentine and Revolutionary Road with pizza and red wine. I am not even being over dramatic, which is a change. I really do love those movies. The start being so promising and then life and it’s shittyness fucking things up for a couple where their relationship changes over many years. That isn’t me being a depressing psycho, that’s change and if a couple changes together or separately and then they fall apart. I am getting off topic, so we scheduled coffee in the morning a few days later.

The conversation before we had meet was pretty bland. He was a gentleman. Nothing sexual (eg. no dick pics) no dirty comments, nothing. I wore a really pretty pink floral dress and I felt vibrant and confident (okay, the confident part is a stretch, but I felt like I looked cute, still wanted to vomit though.) We actually pulled up at the cafe at the same time. This guy was fucking massive. I felt tiny beside him. It was hot. I felt like he was Shaq and I was his tiny wife.

The Pencils Of Promise 2011 Charity Gala

 

He gave me a kiss on the mouth, which for me is another turn on, it catches me off guard and I like the confidence it shows on their end. He pulled out my seat and we ordered coffees. So far, so good. He was lovely. We had heaps to talk about, actually we didn’t shut up. He came from a massive family and he told me all about them. He seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say and asked a lot of questions about me as well, (this can also be rare.) He had a cheeky smile and we had heaps of chemistry. I really liked the guy. He paid for our drinks, also a nice touch. He suggested that we watch a movie. I was excited, maybe we would make out in the cinema, that could be cool, old school, but I’ll give it a crack. He discussed that we would take both of our cars and that I would follow him because we were over in his hood. That is fine with me, still had not thought anything strange was happening. We started driving. I do have a rough idea of the area since a couple of my friends live over that way and this isn’t the way I would go to the movies, it’s actually in the other direction, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt. We drove for another 10 minutes and I was still hopeful that we weren’t in fact driving back to his house…which we were. I was in two minds, most of me was saying, well that was cheeky. Where as the other part was saying, well played.

We walked inside, said hi to his housemate and he showed me around. He had like a separate area of the house, which had a kitchen, bathroom, etc, but was still connected. I don’t know why it was like that, but still not that weird. The weird part was when we got into his little section, there were mirrors all over the walls. Yep. Mirrors. He was renting, so he said that he hadn’t put them up, but who knows. The thing I was most upset about was that he didn’t even put a movie on!!!!!!!!!! Now that upset me. Not enough though, because we started making out on the couch. Unit was all over me and it was hot. So hot that we moved things into the bedroom, where there was more mirrors, I might add. So we both got to put on shows for not only each other but could fully work on our sexy faces and moves while looking in the mirror. That definitely enhanced the experience as well as the fact that I was fucking a giant. We hung out for a bit but I was getting restless and wanted to bail and go and see what my friends were up to. Little did they know that the date went down better than my delicious latte.

I booty called him a few weeks later and we hooked up again, but after that the novelty wore off. I have now ticked both the giant and the mirrored walls off my sexual bucket list. I will never fall for the movie trick again though, I want movie details, not directions to your house!!!

Nice guys finish last…in this case anyway :/

A few weeks ago, I took the great journey up to the top deck of the MCG where I joined a crowd of 70,000 people and took my seat in the nosebleed section. As I sat down, I got a shiver and saw a ghost. To the right of me, through the crowd, I spotted my ex boyfriend. He was sitting with a girl and some friends. In my fantasy, the girl is his girlfriend and he is happy. I send him a birthday message every year, for the last two years he has not responded and that is ok, I still send them. Until now, I did not know if he still had the same number that I had. I thought I would see, by sending him a message and then see if he would pull out his phone or look around. He took out his phone and began rubbing his neck, he looked stressed at the message I had sent. So far this was not going as I had planned. After a few minutes of him looking around we finally made eye contact and we nodded at each other. He looked so sad to see me, that my heart broke all over again, for him. I had hoped that he would come over to me and we could have some agonising small talk. Instead we exchanged a few awkward texts with him being polite but clearly not wanting to continue the messages. So we both sat with our friends, both of us probably thinking that our new partners were to our sides (mine was a friend), in a crowd of 70.000 people and I finally thought that this was the end to that chapter.

I had decided to take a marketing subject. I have no idea why, but it happened. The relationship that I was in was self destructing at a rapid rate and I was weeks away from leaving the jerk, who completely fucked me over. So while I was sitting in class concentrating/texting Sarah about the talent in my class, we played icebreakers and I was blown away with a man that was gorgeous. Years later I can describe him as the guy that plays Prince Oberyn in Game of Thrones. There is something about him that is incredibly sexy, with his cheeky smile and dark brown eyes.

The gorgeous Pedro Pascal...identical to my ex bf :(

The gorgeous Pedro Pascal…identical to my ex bf 😦

As my life was collapsing around me, I missed a couple of my marketing class and then the next time, got caught in the rain and looked like a drowned rat, things were not going my way. I entered the class and got placed in a group with the hottie from a few weeks previously. I giggled and text Sarah, to talk about my good fortune even though I looked terrible. We realised that we had a lot in common and he made me laugh. I tried to play the role of the smart and funny girl, so I impressed him with my knowledge of where he was from and my dry sense of humour. By the end of the class we had to write down everyone’s phone numbers. I was definitely going to attend the next week’s class. He would walk me to my next class and it was a lovely distraction from the pain I was going through. The next week after he walked me to my next class, I finally got up the courage to text him to be quiet, that I could hear him talking very loudly outside my classroom. That was when the texts started. At that stage, I had left my boyfriend and was living with my brother. I needed this. I needed to feel like I had something to offer someone else. I needed to feel worthy of someone else. This guy was gorgeous, our first date was a midnight walk on the beach. He would bring me flowers, we would laugh, we had a really strong connection and all of it scared the hell out of me. I would tell him that I didn’t want a boyfriend, but over the course of our whatever it was, I have never had someone love me more. He would call me his soul mate and strive to give me everything I wanted. At the start of our courtship he made out that I would never meet his brother, but soon enough, I was there constantly with all of them doting on me 🙂 He had an intensity for life and me that scared me. I knew that he really loved me and I loved him. But I was so badly bruised from my previous relationship, that I never gave him all of me. The different backgrounds that we came from were too much for me to overcome because even though he assured me we would work it out, I was broken from before. I couldn’t trust him to make it right and fight for me, after I had previously been kicked down over and over again. So after two years of being in whatever we were in, I let him go. In the worst possible fashion that I could have. I was a complete idiot to do what I did to him and regret it to this day. For my birthday, months later, he wrote me the most beautiful message, I still cry at the thought of the kind words that he still had for me. I did love him and if I had met him before my previous boyfriend, I believe that I would have married him. But that isn’t what happened and I wanted to write this, as our chapter is now closed and wanted to tell him, I am so sorry.

Have you met my friend Bridie?

I am fascinated with the merging of friends. Sara and I were friends. Sara meets Logan. I meet Logan. Sara meets Logan’s friends. We all go out while they are dating. We all attend their birthdays. We are in their bridal party. We all go to Sara’s baby shower. We will now go to their kid’s birthday parties for the next few years at least. These people will be in my life and I will probably see them twice a year for at least 10 years. I didn’t choose for them to be in my life, but they kind of now are. I will hear stories about their life achievements and what they are currently up to and they will hear mine. The whole concept of the friend of the friend is intriguing to me. That is why, there is the temptation when you are single to think maybe it is a good idea to hook up with his friends. Your friend is in her element, she thinks that it can all work out in the vain hope that you will then get invited to all of the groups parties and she can then be with a girlfriend that she actually enjoys talking to. My advice is to resist the urge, because that first meeting afterwards, even if it is 3 years later is going to be extremely awkward…

It was Logan’s 30th birthday. They decided to have a party during the day and the day was gorgeous. The wine was flowing, plenty of laughs and food. I arrived early and stayed late, obviously lingered like a creep. I know the majority of Logan’s friends and there were the usual jokes about me and pretty much his only single friend hooking up. We are used to the routine and flirt to make them happy, he is funny, so it is not as terrible as it sounds. It gets later into the night and people arrive that I have not met before. He is tall, dark and semi handsome, actually he is handsome. But I have to leave and forget about this new mystery man.

The next week Sara and I were well into our shopping trip when I remember to comment on the mystery man. Sara doubles over laughing. “You’re kidding, right?” I look at her so confused as to why she finds it so hilarious. “No, I’m not kidding, he is just my type.” Now she returns the quizzical look to me, “You met him a couple of years ago, he was at our wedding, he tried to pick you up at my birthday??” Hmmm, I was with my ex boyfriend at the wedding, but him trying to pick me up a few years ago? “Everyone wanted to go home after our party the other year, except you and him and then he kept on asking if you wanted a lift home and you kept on saying ‘Why would I want a lift, when I have my car here?’ ” “OOhhhhhhh he was hitting on me, I didn’t know and can barely remember.” “Of course you are interested in him now though, no car, no job at the moment, just your type, because you would not want him when he wasn’t going through a hard time, Oh Bridie, there is something wrong with you.” “I think I want to see him again then if he was already keen, tell Logan.” She shook her head and then nodded in agreement. 

Sara continued to tease me for the next week, that I only date losers and should maybe think about dating someone who has their life in order. Logan organised that we would all go to go to the mystery man’s cricket club’s Halloween party, which would be held on Melbourne Cup Eve. We were going to the cup the next day, so the girls and I got ready for a night out, while Sara was going to be the designated driver. Lena and Maddie came over and we started on the frozen cocktails with extra alcohol in it. We were well on our way to getting wasted when Sara and Logan came to get us.

We arrived at the party, as it was a private function, 4 girls and a guy rocking up to a dress up party that weren’t dressed up, we naturally were looked at. The guys that played cricket were happy to see us, their girlfriends however, not so much. Logan introduced the mystery man ‘Macbeth’ to us, this would be the fourth time that this had happened, I think this time though we both would definitely remember. I was so nervous and was not loving the pressure that was on this meeting. He was already blind and seemed pretty funny. So I was instantly more attracted to him. I like my men to be hilarious with just a dash of unpredictability. We tied his shirt in a bow, so his mid drift was showing and while he was getting down to the phat beats of Ginuwine’s – pony. He would knock back his drink and then drop his glass, it was funny and kind of weird. Sara’s feet were hurting from the shoes that we bought last week, Lena was blind, Maddie was trying to pimp me out to the best of her ability and I was nervous, nervous and more nervous. It was time to leave, but this seemed to take a very long time. Macbeth finally asked for my number. He walked us to the door of the pub and kissed me on the cheek, to which Logan’s response was “You can do better than that.” He grabbed me and we kissed intensely, I felt like I was 12 with my friends all around me but the kiss was passionate and hopefully a sign of things to come, if he was coming to my house later that night. We left.

I don’t think that Sara was too impressed with the car ride home, as we were extremely loud and having a great time, laughing and carrying on but Logan coped the dirty looks, while we continued to be silly. Picking up some greasy McDonald’s on the way, we arrived at my house and I was extremely nervous and found it hard to relax relaxing while Lena, Maddie and Logan were having a great time until Sara was well and truly over it and they went home. Lena and Maddie continued the craziness, both so drunk and smashing the Macca’s. About half an hour later, I got a call from downstairs. I went out to meet Macbeth, we did the awkward walk through my lounge room past the giggling girls. I was so nervous, this was the closest thing to a one night stand I had ever had and I was 26. The kissing started to the soundtrack of the naughty girls in the next room. It turns out that Lena was throwing up out of my front door, and it was dripping down onto the floor below. Maddie was losing it and could not stop laughing. The bedroom theatrics went on well into the morning and the giggling from the next room turned into deep breathing from being so drunk. Macbeth slept. I struggled. I got up a few hours after going to sleep, had a shower, put new make up on and went back to bed. Apparently that was all the rest he needed and we got busy again. So far, so good. He did not wake up and freak out as to who he was sleeping next to, which was my ultimate fear. He looked quite happy to continue sleeping,  but I was eager to get him out of there as we were all so hungover and had to get ready to go to the races. He finally got the hint and asked where the train station was. I felt terrible so I drove him home in my shitty car. I was really nervous because we had never really talked before, but he seemed like a really nice guy. This was a shame, I was pretty keen on this guy and hoped this wouldn’t be the last time I saw him. When I dropped him, he gave me a kiss and left.

I returned home to see Lena in a state that I have never seen her in. We went back to sleep for a while, to hopefully regenerate some kind of spark back into us because the day sure was going to be long and humid. We drove to Lena’s, with her head in a bucket. I do not know how she decided that she would suck it up, got ready for the races and ended up looking stunning, while dying inside. We were all ready and underwhelmed at the races and I’ve never been back. Lena lasted an hour before heading home before the race had even started. Sara and I stayed until after the race that stopped that nation and I just wanted to get home. All up, I think we stayed two hours.

I started to text Macbeth for a while and it was like a drug. I was getting limited replies which should maybe have been my indication to stop texting him. However that didn’t happen and I obviously wanted to look like a complete very keen psycho. This one sided texting lasted for four months. Okay, it was only a few texts here and there, but seriously, I should have got the hint, if he did not want to see me the next week, he did not want to see me three months later.  Lena was out the next weekend and saw him. She was again pretty blind and got someone to call out to him. He looked at the group and kept on saying that that was not his name but it was Hamlet. This confused Lena and she text me. Macbeth was definitely his name, but this was another side to his strange persona, because Lena definitely was convinced by the end of that second encounter that his name was in fact Hamlet.

A few months later, I was on a dating website and came across him. He saw me look at his profile, so he checked out mine. I sent him a text and then realised he had blocked me from the site. Even while I write this, I cringe. I have been lucky that I haven’t run into him…yet. It is coming though, as Sara and Logan’s beautiful baby turns into a magical little girl, I’m sure I’ll remain over the other side of the party, trying not to choke on my cake, while Logan continues to embarrass me.