Football, Dating, Drag Queens
Dating, such a weird concept. An interview for love is my view on it really. Especially when it comes down to meeting people outside of your circles of friends/colleagues/random drunken nights out. Yes folks, online dating. Lot's of people I know have lost their single status to it. In my group of friends I know of one engagement & one living in sin arrangement. When you've exhausted your friends supply of elligble males & you work with a heavily married population of train geeks, it just seems that online may be the place to look.
So with dating, everyone has their own personality & style. I'm not much of a 'let's do coffee sort'. Mainly as I don't drink coffee that often, and usually when I do it's for medicinal purposes only. Like waking up at work.
I'm def a few drinks kind of gal (surprise!).
Date one with MIU#2 (man in uniform #2...yes....different type of uniform this time...don't ask....why are they drawn to me, it's like cats, you don't like them, they just want to rub against you all the time. Hmmm...). Drinks down in Bondi. Great way to kill some time on a sunny but very breazey day in the east. Sitting in the pub, conversation not a problem. All went very well. Until I got a text later from MIU#2 - he got a parking ticket. But still wanted to see me again. Date number 2. Hmmm. Me being me, eating out isn't the best option (hence why I like drinks). Special needs and all, best not to have an evil food reaction whilst trying to impress. MIU#2 suggested that he and a few friends (nothing to be scared) were going to a pub in Glebe for the hermit crab racing. Such an excellent idea. Try as I might to make it out that night, my cold got the better of me. BOOO! So Friday night we both had flexible plans. I suggested going to see Sydney FC (football/soccer). He'd not been to a football match before, and I haven't seen the new league either. One of my other friend's was going & had a free ticket, so it was decided. Football. Hilarious night out. Sitting in the cove, with all the lads. Sydney FC hadn't won a match in 6 games or so, so they were overdue. We met some very interesting people that night. A few hilarious guys from Sefton. They were impressed with my use of orange & red accessories to brighten my outfit. I was more impressed that they noticed. They made me & MIU#2 laugh. Syd FC had got themselves sorted and whacked in 4 goals, admittedly against the team sitting bottom of the comp, but take what you can get right?
Post match required more drinking & more celebrating. I was supposedly on my best behaviour that night, as I was doing my motorbike course and needed to be up at 6.45am the next morning & sober (eeeek!).
However, I was lead astray by all & sundry. Our group ended up at a gay bar near the stadium (gays = protection from bogans, it's great!). Yes, I take boys to football matches & for drinks at a gay bar. I'm not sure that's common practice in the dating world, but it was ace fun. Good to check out the potential new beau isn't homophobic. MIU#2 looked like he didn't have any issues being there, nor making friends with some other boys at the bar who called him over. I was too busy ranting to Maria about the good old days of Club Marconi, big hair & bad 80s songs (which the queens were singing & dancing about up on stage).
The night ended with me being whisked off home in a taxi, several drinks too many, thinking crap, I need to be up in 5 hours & sober...but I had a taxi driver who knew my street - wonders will never cease! But how can date 3 top a football match & a gay bar with a drag show? Where ever do we go from here?
So with dating, everyone has their own personality & style. I'm not much of a 'let's do coffee sort'. Mainly as I don't drink coffee that often, and usually when I do it's for medicinal purposes only. Like waking up at work.
I'm def a few drinks kind of gal (surprise!).
Date one with MIU#2 (man in uniform #2...yes....different type of uniform this time...don't ask....why are they drawn to me, it's like cats, you don't like them, they just want to rub against you all the time. Hmmm...). Drinks down in Bondi. Great way to kill some time on a sunny but very breazey day in the east. Sitting in the pub, conversation not a problem. All went very well. Until I got a text later from MIU#2 - he got a parking ticket. But still wanted to see me again. Date number 2. Hmmm. Me being me, eating out isn't the best option (hence why I like drinks). Special needs and all, best not to have an evil food reaction whilst trying to impress. MIU#2 suggested that he and a few friends (nothing to be scared) were going to a pub in Glebe for the hermit crab racing. Such an excellent idea. Try as I might to make it out that night, my cold got the better of me. BOOO! So Friday night we both had flexible plans. I suggested going to see Sydney FC (football/soccer). He'd not been to a football match before, and I haven't seen the new league either. One of my other friend's was going & had a free ticket, so it was decided. Football. Hilarious night out. Sitting in the cove, with all the lads. Sydney FC hadn't won a match in 6 games or so, so they were overdue. We met some very interesting people that night. A few hilarious guys from Sefton. They were impressed with my use of orange & red accessories to brighten my outfit. I was more impressed that they noticed. They made me & MIU#2 laugh. Syd FC had got themselves sorted and whacked in 4 goals, admittedly against the team sitting bottom of the comp, but take what you can get right?
Post match required more drinking & more celebrating. I was supposedly on my best behaviour that night, as I was doing my motorbike course and needed to be up at 6.45am the next morning & sober (eeeek!).
However, I was lead astray by all & sundry. Our group ended up at a gay bar near the stadium (gays = protection from bogans, it's great!). Yes, I take boys to football matches & for drinks at a gay bar. I'm not sure that's common practice in the dating world, but it was ace fun. Good to check out the potential new beau isn't homophobic. MIU#2 looked like he didn't have any issues being there, nor making friends with some other boys at the bar who called him over. I was too busy ranting to Maria about the good old days of Club Marconi, big hair & bad 80s songs (which the queens were singing & dancing about up on stage).
The night ended with me being whisked off home in a taxi, several drinks too many, thinking crap, I need to be up in 5 hours & sober...but I had a taxi driver who knew my street - wonders will never cease! But how can date 3 top a football match & a gay bar with a drag show? Where ever do we go from here?
posted by sarahlocks at Sunday, November 12, 2006
2 Comments:
That sounds like the perfect night, football, drinking and then a club.
If only Kristen would do the football section, she would be perfect!!
Oi sort out your blog. the post below's got a web address that runs too long and pushes your menu bar down the page.
this bugs me, so sort it out..
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