The Breath of Fresh Air 🌈
I was a little nervous. A Bumble date? Sure. Tinder? No problems! But Instagram? This was new. Let’s stick to Peel St, its safe. Dinner and drinks. I started with gin, as always. As soon as we started chatting, I felt better. It was just… easy. Nothing was off the table. Past relationships, dating and of course, sex. We found a lot of similarities between past relationships. It was refreshing to realise that I wasn’t alone.
After dinner I was ready to keep going. Committing a Saturday night to someone, I was not ready to go home. Lets have a few more drinks, head somewhere else. We lined up for NineteenTen. This was BS, it was barely even 10! ‘A few drinks at The Crazy Horse?’ A bouncer asked. Err, not tonight. Besides, last time that happened, shit got cray, though Benchie still reminds me of that night often. We went to Pink Moon. It was cute, I liked it there. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
A few cocktails in, I was feeling a little tipsy, but fine. I looked at the clock, nearly midnight! Wow! Time was flying, I was having a great time. I knew I wanted to do it again. We continued chatting, this was the most I’d ever opened up to someone on the first meeting. But it was easy, she seemed to know a lot about me, and gave me deep clarity on a lot of things, particularly my approach to dating, and being comfortable with myself in my thirties. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Wait, she? 🤔 Yes, she. A lot should be said of the value of female company. I date to meet new people, but I didn’t expect to make new friends. But that’s the beauty of it. Sometimes, your expectations can be exceeded. People come into your life for a reason. I learned a lot last night, and remembered that spending time with other strong, independent women feeds the soul more than mediocre sex, or the hope that this one might be ‘the one’. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
And the best thing? None of us woke up with regrets, or a man we didn’t need in our beds.