The ‘picker’


Meanwhile back in Brisbane …

Why do I do this to myself? Why am I far too nice and why do I agree to meet guys I just know are not compatible? I feel bad and sometimes I go ‘OK’ way too easily and next thing I’m stuck in a cafe with Mister ‘Gahhhh’ unable to leave without being rude.

I thought about it and realised #warningtopotentialmen that Friday night is my ‘Gahhh whatever’ night. You see, I have a  Zumba class I teach on Friday nights in the city. It’s finished at 6pm and I usually wander around after and have something to eat. I love Brisbane City especially at night. It’s safe and full of life and it is very pretty. It’s lovely just walking around and being surprised by amazing buskers lining the mall in set spots and people watching, wondering who people are and why they are there… After work? Locals out for night shopping? Tourists? I love it!

I chatted to M on tinder and I think I found him to be one of those people who flick my switch! No not ‘that’ button… The ‘you are irritating’ button. He was nice enough then said some things that were strange. He seemed to have a thing about people cheating and asked if I was a flirt. Before I answered he told me not to lie because he can pick BS a mile away. Really? Assuming I lie already? So I told him I think I am. I then said but not in a sexual way. I enjoy flirtatious fun. I like being cheeky and having fun with people to hopefully make them feel good and smile. I often walk past a woman I don’t know and tell her something i noticed like ‘your hair looks really lovely’ or ‘you look so pretty in that dress’. I love the way they smile and instantly their confidence picks up. I call that flirting in a friendly way. So yes, when he asked directly do I flirt I said yes.

He didn’t like that and when I explained similar to above he text that he thinks I’m now trying to dig my way out of a hole. Right…. But I’m not in one in my eyes. I thought we were having a text conversation not a war!

imageThat aside, he asked to meet me and for my phone number. He didn’t communicate too much after that and I have a theory on this I’ll share a other time. We arranged Friday night. So back to my Friday night thing…any guy I’ve met Friday nights were duds. I also think I knew this when suggesting Friday night. I’m there, it’s not personal space as it’s not near my home at all, I can do my class then just change and meet. Do I shower and make effort? Maybe or maybe not!!! How about a beanie cause it’s cold that’s actually a beanie so I don’t have to do my hair!!! Yeah that happened! Hate me if you will.

He sent me the weirdest text… Ok not THE weirdest but it’s up there!

Later on….. Let’s play a game.

I’ll tell you a secret if you tell me a secret and your not allowed to ask any questions about that secret😊

I read it a few times with a frown on my face trying to work out WTF it meant! So you tell me something personal (when I don’t know you) and want me to tell you something personal but then we can’t talk about it?? WHY???

I replied ‘That’s weird’

His reply and let’s try to ignore the grammar issues

Your telling me!!!!

LJ my mate made me do it. I knew it!!! I didn’t want to

Anyway that was weird

I was as at the gym ready for zumba class and greeting the ladies. Viv is one of my gorgeous ‘stalkers’ (said in a very fun positive way!) she is always in classes I take in that area, loves zumba and loves my style of class. We have also developed a lovely friendship I cherish. She loves her weekly updates on guys I’ve met and is a fantastic co-eye roller!!! Whilst sitting with her I get a text saying

Looking forward to meeting you. Be yourself and have fun😊


Really??? This is a soccer team and we are in year four? You need to give me a pre game pep talk? Dude… I’m always myself.

Anyway, great zumba class then I had clothes and make up and hair styling tools and 45 minutes to get ready. What did I do instead? Sat with Viv and enjoyed an awesome chat about her man and his ex and the interesting life they have both had together. Personal challenges and real life. I loved it. I had about 20 minutes left to get ready so Viv came into the bathroom with me to continue chatting … It’s a girl thing!!

I changed my sweaty underwear and freshened up some girl bits at the basin. It’s winter here so sweaty clothes are not a good idea in night air. I threw on some jeans, warm top, boots and had a warm jacket. Makeup… Haha just a touch up no effort… Oh come on, I’m just booootifull naturally! Hahahaha well let’s just say I did minimal.

Now this is something girls will understand. I had access to hair dryers and straighteners. What did I do? Nothing!!! I had wet messy hair as its curly and I straighten it and it gets wet from sweat again! I put on a beanie!

Seriously, I really didn’t try hard at all. Then I went down stairs. I had some spare time so I went and booked flights to America! As you do right?? I text him and he was late anyway so all good.

As soon as I saw him I knew there was absolutely no chance of attraction. Not my style. We walk different paths. I know you can always dress a man who has no idea regarding fashion but it says a lot about interests and style of a person. I’m no high-fashion girl but I do stay modern and dress nicely. You can look great with minimal effort and expense if you care about that sort of thing. Let’s say that he looked like where he lived. He also looked older than his age but told me how all his workmates think he is younger … Hmmm maybe being polite? Not a fitness person but that’s no deal breaker.

I ask if he has eaten and he said yes but he could eat again. I asked if he wanted to though. He said he didn’t mind. Ok another point here.. I want a man who is decisive and assertive or at least smart enough to realise I am hungry and makes an effort to sort that out. We went to the restaurant right there as I know they have tapas which makes things easy.

I order three small plates and water and he has a large cider. We talk and one of the first things he asks is why don’t I have nicer photos on my tinder profile? Long story short… He saw my Facebook come up as a suggested friend (happens based on having someone’s phone number) so he looked around (ok we all do it but to TELL someone you stalked their Facebook???). Anyway he said I had way better photos on my FB than on tinder. Hmmm kinda rude and insulting. I let it slide … Moving on …

He tells me that I ‘don’t mind to eat food do I?’ Ahhhh … That’s why we ordered food… To eat … And I’m hungry …. Food is a good thing to eat to stay alive? Moving on….

The Broncos (NRL football) were playing and there was a screen above his head that I was sneaking looks at. It became difficult to not noticeably take interest in it as the Broncos were getting smashed!!! That wasn’t hard either as his conversation was not interesting although I did my best to remain interested.

He asked some detailed questions and I answered them… Any siblings, where my parents live. Are they still together. Then he said did I have some questions for him? I said not really as I prefer to just have conversations and the things we want to say just naturally come out.

I am a people watcher. I find it is more common for me to notice things because I’m always sober. I’m always on the same level of mindset and being a ‘single girl dating’, very aware of my surroundings. I noticed a couple walking by. He was tall, well dressed, looked like he was averagely fit. She was very short, terribly dressed and very large. Good on them holding hands off to some social engagement together and seemed happy but how did they meet? Yes this can seem judgmental but seriously, how did that happen? Not saying it cannot I’m just wondering what brought them together because society says otherwise. Does he like larger short girls? Does she like standing on stools to kiss him?

So I said ‘Oooh look at that Interesting couple!’
He said ‘You like people watching don’t you?’ I said ‘Yes I find it fascinating coming up with ideas on where people come from and why they are here at this moment and how people met.’
He said ‘You think they shouldn’t be together don’t you?’
I said ‘I never said that.’
He said ‘Yes you did’ (by the way he was agreeing)
I said ‘No… If you remember the word I used was ‘interesting’ and you chose to assume the negative when I was not being negative at all just inquisitive.’
He then said ‘You are particular with words aren’t you?’
I said ‘Yes I believe words are very important. It isn’t what a person says bit the words they choose to say it with that tells the story.’

Next was asking if I had lived overseas. I asked why did he ask that and he said because I sound like I have an accent. I asked what accent do I have and he said he doesn’t know yet. Hmmm ok…. I then said what do I sound like and he said well not like a typical Aussie and certainly not a bogan. Right…. Ok then! OMG. I told him I do a lot of public speaking, especially during the instructor trainings overseas and I enjoy proper English language so possibly, I speak clearly and with good pronunciation … Actually slower and more clearly when overseas. He said yes. Geez!!! I sound strange because I don’t speak too lazily… Just another pick at me I was getting less surprised by each time.

He asks if I mind him ordering another drink. OMG I DO!!! So I politely say of course not. He orders another giant cider and I add another half hour of punishment… Glad I could see the football behind him! Oooh close up of Corey Parker my husband crush. Such a sexy man!!!  #shamelesseyecandy image

He also says that he thinks people who don’t ask questions are not people who are interested in other people’s lives. Ahh I see… Another ‘pick at Cass’ moment. I pause and take a breath. I reply that I don’t think that at all and as mentioned earlier, great conversations naturally fall into information being shared without questions. I don’t feel like I know you well enough for example, to be asking you a range of personal questions and feeling like I’m interrogating you. If you feel comfortable to share things you will, and I have learnt many things about you. (Like your negativity and constant need to pick at me and put me down which I am politely overlooking)

He then said ‘you don’t react to much do you?’
I questioned this
He continued ‘Well I have said some things that could have made you upset and you didn’t notice’.
I let out a cheeky laugh and looked at him all
Cute as I pointed to my head and said ‘oh no, it’s all being stored in here and I notice everything actually’

He said ‘Do you know that when you talk you use your face a lot and your eye does this weird thing? It’s funny’. As he chuckled to himself.
I said that I hope so because I use my face a lot when communicating when on stage and when doing my best to make people feel comfortable and relaxed. Plus that I was glad my “Botox” isn’t overdone (shout out to my injection magician Emma Taylor #injexclinics) Ha!!! Yeah guy..I get anti wrinkle injections and I love them!!!!

ANYTHING ELSE you want to pick at? Let’s be honest here. In the looks department if we want to be picky, he was falling way behind so why he felt he had a right to pick at me continually I do not know!!! To make him feel bigger?

He needed to use the bathroom so I used it as a ‘let’s take off’ (separately) point. As we walked to the cashier I got out my wallet. As soon as we stopped he said ‘So we will go halves yeah?’
I said ‘sure’ as I shook my head as rolled my eyes to myself
The waitress let us know there was a surcharge using cards. I had cash but he didn’t. No way he was going to pay for it all. I could have given him cash but Nooo. So I said it’s ok, just halve it and I’ll pay the extra!! That’s what we did. He needed exactly half!!


I asked him where he parked and he said he wasn’t sure but took photos so he could find it again. We walked down the mall and I was off first to my usual spot and said ‘give me a hug’ to be nice and I left so relived! I would have run of he couldn’t see me!

In the morning I got the following texts

You wouldn’t believe what happened to me last night.

On the way back to my car I realised I forgot which carpark I parked in lol. Spent 2:30hrs looking for it and still can’t find it😜😜😜. I had to catch a cab home. About to have another look today. I even have the ticket and rang the number and they can’t help me. No one can find my car!!!!

He had told me at our amazing meeting that he knows when I read his texts because we both have IM so I didn’t want to ignore him although I really didn’t know what to say! My reply


His next text

But on another note. The ball is in your court. I had a good think about it (while searching for a car). I like the way your mind works, really interesting.

It’s up to you whether you want to catch up again. If not, it was one of the most pleasant dates I’ve had.


imageLet’s break this down…
You are not physically attractive, we have little in common that this would make more attractive. If we dated you would continually pick at me and put me down. You would put words into my mouth I did not use. You are not a gentleman or a provider being ‘the man’ and taking care of things. You told me to pay half and that included your giant ciders when I don’t drink at all… If we are being specific. I was happy to pay but maybe on my suggestion or offer? I would rather pay the whole lot than be told to pay half by you! Then you can’t even find your car so how could you ever look after me? I wouldn’t tell a woman that car story at least not straight away. Down the track it might be hilarious but at that point … Embarrassingly unattractive and what a dick!!

Why did I agree to meet him? No more. But he made for some good blog material and hopefully makes other men out there feel great about themselves!

Oh my response to him

Thank you ‘Name’
There’s not much point us continuing to communicate
Hope the car was found

Eye roll
Eye roll
Eye roll
Followed of course by a Watsap conversation with Naomi and some more eye rolling

Dear males… Get your shit together
❤️ Cass


A SingleMAN dating


imageI recently received this message on Facebook from a guy I chatted to quite a lot but never met ages ago online.  Yeah he ghosted me!

Anyway he has given me complete permission to share this with you as long as it remains anonymous … It’s a great read, and for us #singlegirlsdating it’s a great insight into the other side… Enjoy and thank you my old friend ❤️

“Hey Cass. How’s life? Love your blog but I recon you’ll get waaaay more traction if you girls do a vlog. I wrote a piece on online dating for a book last year. Thought you might enjoy reading. Feel free to use what you what but keep me anonymous please…

Pick up my phone – check my messages – read my emails – look at social media – enter the love/hate world of tinder – masturbate.
That was my daily ritual before and after sleep for the past year.

I’m a fairly successful, fun and adventurous 39 year old man who loves his family and friends more than life itself but I have a secret…I’m a Tinder addict.

Coming out of a long-term relationship and living on the Gold Coast, my good mate told me I HAVE to go on Tinder to meet some women and have some fun…so I did. I uploaded my favorite pics and wrote some facts that I thought would interest the opposite gender. “Ok, let’s do this”, I told myself.

What initially amazed me was the sheer number of stunning girls on there. Now I’m not the fittest or best looking guy in the world but it didn’t take me long to start matching and spark up conversations.

First date: I had literally been out of the game, and the country for many a long year so I suggested that my date chose the spot. So off I go…I arrive, it’s packed, I find her sitting next to another guy, from the site, and it’s inside a strip club. WTF??? Is this what people actually do on first dates these days? The other guy was freaked out as much as me and it didn’t take us long to work out that she wanted a threesome, and she was bi as she kept getting lap dances for herself.

imageThe following 3 months resulted in more dates than I can remember and $19,000 spent on restaurants, drinks, hotels, gifts and getaways. I know, I know…don’t tell me. It was ballistic but true and a whole lot of fun. I was like a kid in a candy store, however things needed to be toned down as it was taking over my life. I can’t tell you how much that $19k would come in handy now but you can’t live with regrets, hey.

Sex: I’m not going to tell you how many women I’ve slept with since joining Tinder because it’s no one else’s business, but the ages range from 18 – 55 (she was 35 on her profile) and without sounding like a tool, I’ve experienced the delights from New Zealand, UK, Canada, USA, Sweden, Denmark, Switzerland, South Africa, Norway, Holland, Spain, Russia, Poland, Brazil, France and of course Australia. And in case you’re wondering, I’m disease free.

imageMaybe 40% of the women on Tinder will write something about themselves on their profile. I’d say 50% of those will state: not here for one nighters or hookups. Of those, over 80% will have sex on the first date. It’s an interesting psychology and I often wonder if they write that so their friends and potential dates don’t assume they’re a slut. I actually hate that word because if you think about it, couples in a relationship will, or at least can have sex everyday. Women that are single and love sex deserve the right to fulfil their needs without scrutiny from others or be labeled with a deplorable word. Entering the fantasy zone with their middle digits or favorite battery charged friend is no doubt pleasant but it can’t compare to the real thing, right?!

I’ve been fortunate enough to meet some truly amazing women on Tinder, including three that I keep in touch with regularly and now consider good friends. Two just didn’t workout and the other is simply not in the country. However, I would swap all the girls on there for just one that I share a strong connection with and call my girlfriend. So that annoying red flame on the tinder app lures me in like a hit for a drug addict, hoping I’ll find my special woman.

Sydney = Next Level: I remember the first time I flew down to Sydney, checking out the view from the cab and the talent on tinder. It literally blew my mind. Absolute glamours, swipe after swipe. Back home I’d be lucky if I got 1 match to every 30 right swipes but in Sydney…OMFG, I was on at least a 90% strike rate.

By the time I arrived at my hotel about 30mins from the airport, I had about 15 matches and when I woke up the next day, I saw the app had 73 matches and messages. That was simply freakish so I had to screenshot my phone and send it to my best mate. I don’t know if there is a severe drought of men in Sydney but there’s clearly a fierce competition going on. It’s like a role reversal and unlike any other city because the women in Sydney normally message first and ask you to meet.


So Tinder you little rascal…you’ve given me an emotional roller coaster but it’s time we part ways. You’ve transformed the dating game and injected the economy throughout the planet, especially in restaurants, bars and leisure activities, so well done you for that. I can’t be sure that our paths won’t cross in the future but I really, really, reeeeeeally hope that we never meet again”

Eyes Guy Intro



If Carrie had ‘Big’ I had ‘Amazing Eyes Guy’

This guy will pop in and out of blogs
It’s the story of over a year and a half of my life

Meanwhile…In Australia

I was walking through an empty school yard looking for a venue to hold a Zumba event. School holidays had begun and the school gates were open which surprised me.

The venue space was perfect but my timing – not so much! I heard a noise coming from up further and meandered around in that direction. I saw a work ute and a pair of legs, no body.

I called out a shy ‘hello?’

A head belonging to the legs popped up from behind the ute and looked in my direction. I found myself gasping for breath momentarily. That moment literally made me stop and made my heart beat faster.

I am not too good at these things but this was something unusual. I was dressed terribly. I had just taught a stretch and strength class with young dancers and was not wearing too much. I hadn’t planned on dropping into the school. I drove by and saw it and went in, thinking no one would see me. I had been drenched in sweat and had my hair in a messy pile on my head. It is in these moments you wish you thought the potential of a random meeting like this through better… Too late now

Anyway, I explained why I was there and if there may be an after hours number he knows of, that I could call being school holidays. He was there overseeing school renovations but did know the administration staff would be there on Monday and suggested I call then.

Off I ran to my car.
(Literally RAN!!!)

I had a FB group conversation running and wrote in there to tell them about the venue as we were keeping updates regular. I also mentioned the man with amazing eyes. Of course that’s all they heard and after some back and forth they ganged up on me and dared me to go back and talk to him. Not believing I was doing it, I got out of my car and feeling the nervous sweat building up, I walked back up.

He was gone, car still there.

I took a deep breath and called out ‘hello?’ He appeared from the balcony upstairs and came back down to be in front of me. I was SO nervous. I said ‘OK, I went back to my car and messaged my friends about the venue and I may have added that there was a guy here with amazing eyes… They told me I had to tell you that you have amazing you have amazing eyes…’ He said ‘Thank You my name is ‘Eye Guy’ *name changed to protect identity haha

I introduced myself and he said ‘would you like the phone number for the lady who looks after the hall bookings?’ I said that I would love that (at the same time as I questioned in my head, why didn’t he say so earlier?  Insert imagined eye roll).image

I said thank you and nervously said good bye and started walking off.

His eyes were even better up close! I saw so much within them. Pain, heart break, love, fun and passion.

i was stopped in my tracks when I heard the words … ‘Would you also like my number?’

I stopped and turned back to him. ‘Eye Guy’ how old are you?’ He told me and he was within my age range ✔️. Next I asked ‘Eye Guy – are you single or ACTUALLY single?’   He said ‘I am very single’. 😬✔️
I shyly said ‘OK then’ I said good bye and ran off in my hot sweaty nervous mess back to the safety of my car. Then I breathed. ✔️✔️✔️

I went out with my girlfriends Laura and Josie that night. (*names NOT changed to protect privacy!)  We were sitting eating dinner in Broadbeach and I told them the story. Laura said ‘So have you messaged him?’ I said ‘Nooooooo!’ So they bullied me into doing so. I went to find his number and realised I was that nervous I don’t even remember saving his number. I had no recollection at all of doing it but knew somehow I was taking it so I must have. But did I save it???? I went through all the ‘Eye Guys’ names in my contact list. (I have a lot of contacts in my phone due to work clients). I had one that stood out as it was just a first name and it was iPhone ‘blue’. I looked at it and the last numbers sounded familiar.

I started a text ‘Hi if this is ‘Eye Guy’ from ‘Blah Blah’ I met today who has amazing eyes, this is Cass. If not, I’m so embarrassed right now!!!’

I saw a text bubble being written straight away. The reply was awesome ‘Yes it is and don’t be embarrassed. I haven’t stopped smiling all day, you made my day. Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?’

This question started tumultuous times ahead, the best first kiss ever, painful emptiness, incredible elation, continual confusion, smiles for days, hospitals, passion, patience, intense connection, sadness, loyalty, love, understanding, letting go.

image.jpegWe went to Eat Street Markets on our second date. It was busy, full of people as we nervously walked beside each other trying to not get lost in the crowd. Whenever we lost each other momentarily we always managed to find each other’s eyes and smile. It was like we could just sense where each other was and reconnect. Eventually I asked could I hold his arm and he admitted ages later ‘that night at Eat Street when you held my arm, I loved it’. We wandered around, ate fun food, felt like teenagers crushing on each other and I drove him back to where I picked him up from.

I parked my car and we sat for a while and chatted. I have to admit, it was the first time in a long time that I was so excited about a man. Did he have all the check list things I would like to mark off in a perfect ‘ideal man for Cass’ world?  No, he was taller although I wouldn’t call him tall, perhaps the same height when I’m in heels. He was fit although I think he thought he was more buff than I would say.. Can’t spell – yes I know but it’s important to me!!! Stylish and fashionable ? Not really but passable. More ‘attractive’ than handsome. There was just something that drew me to him and if I’m honest in hindsight, I saw pain and turmoil in those eyes and I am drawn to the ones with broken wings. I see everything in ones eyes. There was much passion in them too.

He leaned over and kissed me by surprise. I was instantly shy but I fell under a spell. When he said goodbye, and that he had an awesome night thanking me, he got out and I drove off. I pulled over once around the corner to catch my breath. My belly was full of butterflies, my heart was racing fast and I couldn’t keep driving. I was looking forward to the next text, the next chat, the next date and of course the next kiss. I was on top of the world… Then my sister messaged me …

❤️ Cass

Best First Date Ever?!


When your date shows up wearing a shark-eating-his-head-hat you know you’re going to be getting a good ab workout from laughing a whole lot!

April 2016

G was energetic and enthusiastic even when messaging which meant one of two things:

  1. Either, he was going to be a massive disappointment in person; or
  2. He was going to be a bit of a nutter!

He’d asked me to meet him Saturday afternoon outside King’s College London on the Strand. Organised the date TICK

And had suggested we both wear ‘fancy-dress hats’. I did admit that I didn’t have a fancy-dress hat – obviously masks don’t count – but said I did have a hat I could wear.

It turned out to be a beautiful sunny day so I didn’t wear my more winter-inspired hat.


Along he came, not only with the shark-biting-his-head-hat but also a bright yellow cardigan and red shoes!

Confident, fun and outgoing TICK

(I have never taken a photo on a first date, but I had to sneak the one of him above just to prove it actually happened! See above ⇧)

The hat was a game – a point for every compliment from a passer-by – which I now had no chance of winning!

As soon as we walked into the courtyard at Somerset House people started pointing, laughing and commenting.

It was a great way to get people talking and laughing.

Naturally he was chatting back and explained more than a few times “we’re on a first date and we agreed to wear fancy-dress hats, but she didn’t wear hers.”

Needless to say I laughed a lot. But when it was my turn to wear the hat it didn’t quite have the same effect.

G had got us tickets to ‘Now Play This’, part of the London Games Festival. His aim was for us to play as many games as we could in the time that we had (he had to leave at 6pm).

There were a couple of games which caught our attention – one with lasers and hoola hoops (!) and another called The Heist. We had to wait for that one later in the afternoon.

In the mean time we went back out to the courtyard to play the laser and hoola hoop game which sounded promising.

In reality they took ages to set it up and we went to get a hot drink and red velvet cake and passed the time chatting and laughing whilst they seemed to be huddled in a group listening to someone explaining the rules of the game very badly.

We watched the game first from the most coveted seats in the house – the ground – and then (after managing to nab an elusive table and chairs) from a courtyard table and had no idea how it was supposed to work. We didn’t see any lasers and it was people randomly rolling hoola hoops with 70s inspired fabric squares in them.

Bit weird.

We walked back around and found a hop-scotch game with instructions at various points to ‘hold hands’, ‘give each other a compliment’, ‘say hi to a passer-by’ and then ‘race’!

That was fun and gave a good excuse to touch each other and say something cheesy 😉

Meanwhile, I think he’s made it to something like 16 points to my 2.

So, time for the Heist game. We were a bit late so ended up on different teams. I won and flirted my way to 14 points so we were tied.

Then we found the best game. Do you remember the computer game ‘Snakes’? Screen Shot 2016-04-07 at 00.54.26

It was a large-scale version projected onto the floor. One against the other.

You want to read that I won right?

No… damn it! I lost even when I should have won. I kept being red and yellow kept winning!

But, we had so much fun.

There weren’t many children around (you’d think there would be at a games festival right?!) but the three that were there basically hogged the snakes game. Rude!

We wondered down the hall and popped into different small rooms before we found the ‘nature’ room.

It had some kind of weird camp made out of sticks, cardboard and brown sacks. For some reason we went into that and sat there chatting with two German men who insisted on telling me there were spiders – just odd.

Then a greasy-haired guy came in too – I was beginning to get a bit freaked out at this point, you can understand that surely…?! – and we found out that he had created one of the games so off we went to play it.

It was set up on two computers facing away from each other. G and I sat on opposite sides of the table unable to see the other’s computer screen. We quickly worked out that we each controlled what was happening on the other’s screen.

Good communication was vital. Once I’d actually worked out where the arrow keys were (I was temporarily blinded…please don’t judge me) we were well on our way.  But then we came up against a block: what worked previously didn’t work anymore.

Of course at that point he went into man mode and tried to work it out himself without communicating and was just trying lots of different stuff on his own.

Then I had the brainwave! “Why don’t we try pressing them at the same time?’ Ta dah! High five!

One more go on hop-scotch on our way out – in the rain this time (how romantic…ahh).

Me: “Isn’t it time for you to go”… it was definitely past 6…

G: “I know, but I don’t want to” (result, he’s having a good time) 

Me: “That’s a good way to leave”

G: “oh, look there’s a bar”…starts walking in… stops…”no, I’d better go. Where’s your nearest tube? I’ll walk you there.”

I was one of those people smiling to myself on the tube as I went home replaying in my head the funny things that had happened, the smiles, the laughter, the compliments… Oh, and he dances salsa. Bonus!


SingleNaomi x

What’s been your best ever first date? Tell me in the comments below!

Find out what happened here: Setting a Precedent