Dating… Do I have some stories… Where do I start.

I will start with my current activities. It has been a very busy few weeks for me… 5 weeks ago I delivered a Thermomix to a customer that I thought was very cute… after much toing and froing I even decided that I would ask him out for a coffee… Well, he turned out to be a bit young and although seemed like a lot of potential… NO!

I have been on and off RSVP for about 3 years now… I had really given up and was about to terminate my account, when I received a wonderful message, from what seemed like a really nice normal guy…!

That was all I wanted, all I prayed for, hoped for, was NORMAL, you think that wouldn’t be too much to ask, but apparently it is. After many terrible coffee dates, lunches, time wasters, how about it’s and straight up disasters. I have now been on many dates with the same guy and he is in fact, NORMAL, we will call him MR N.

Pretty Woman and Polo you say. Well my Monday musing are centred around our 6th date. After date one… a quick coffee, date 2… tennis (I’ll get back to that) date 3… picnic (I made food, so that was a hit), date 4… dinner and a movie (fantastic Thai, his pick, and an average movie), date 5… afternoon hang out, we are up to date 6… POLO. This one was my idea, as it was an introduction to some of my friends.

In the thick of it.

Polo, I didn’t even know they played it in Australia, well maybe I did, but who plays it. A friend of a friend had organised a spot at the grand final of the Gold Coast Polo Club and when the invite was sent out, I thought perfect! I figured after the few dates, it was time to introduce Mr N to THE FRIENDS. He agreed and I find myself in a nice dress, with a pink hat, a few beverages and a wonderful food spread, watching 8 horses with riders on a field, hit a not so round white ball with mallets.

They hit that ball hard and the horses are hilarious, as they chase the ball down with their heads down and their ears back just like dogs… It was pretty cool to watch. By the end if the day, I hadn’t really learnt that much about polo, except that they aren’t on the field very much, (only 7 minutes at a time) and just like pretty woman, everyone goes onto the field and stomps down the divots, “Watch out for the steaming divot”. The ulterior motive for the stomping of the divots was looking for the Golden Horse Shoe, which you claimed for a substantial prize (or so we thought).

The Stomping of the divots, check out the guy on the left’s trousers!

It turns out that Tan (from The Top Ten Team) found the Golden, Rusty Horse Shoe, handed it in and got a not so fantastic bottle of champagne that one can only assume you opened at the end of the day when there was nothing else left to drink!

Back to dating… I don’t know about you, but dating can only be described in this day and age like a minefield. You need to tread carefully because you never know when something is going to blow up in your face. I’m tall, my profile says I’m tall, so when I turned up for a date with a guy that said on his profile that he was 6 ft 3 but in fact was only 6 ft and he kept saying all the way through lunch, gee your tall… wow you are really tall, I knew it was doomed from the start. In the end I asked him if he had read my profile, he said yes, but obviously he thought I was just fudging my height, as he had. Suffice it to say, no second date.

I have no idea how they hit that ball.

Another date I went on was a dinner, I soon realised that it was important to only have coffee and a brief time frame date first, saves a lot of issue and then you can run away if you need to! I was waiting on the street and he walk up to me and no word of a lie said “Hello gorgeous, geez, your a bit of alright aren’t ya”! I wasn’t sure how to take that, but when he ordered Spaghetti Bolognese at this beautiful Italian restaurant (the restaurant was his choice) we were at because, it was, and I quote “A little bit fancy” (That’s the spaghetti, not the restaurant) I didn’t bother with dessert and was home by 9.30pm!

Nice But’s

Then there are the still married, but separated… “Danger Will Robinson, Danger” or the “My wife cheated on me and I don’t trust women anymore dates” or the second date when all the venom and hate for women comes out, or the, I think you are really lovely, but I’m not sure we are suited. Or this is my favourite… You are amazing, I can’t believe you are still single, I’ve definitely hit the jackpot with you, then you never even hear from them… not even a text???? What is that? Oh and I forgot to mention the dates, where you meet them, they look nothing like their profile picture and you just want to run away! See MINEFIELD!!!!

Or what I call, the Facebook curse LOL! Everything seems to be fine, I post a pic of me and this person and then its over the next week… So sorry, there are going to be no photos, I’m not risking it this time! Instead you are going to get a pic of the stunning chocolate cake I made for dessert! Click HERE for the link to the CHOCOLATE MUD CAKE.

So back to MR N, after the quick coffee date, I think, well he is nice, normal… but he doesn’t ask me for a second date… Ah Well, I’m off RSVP now for good, I just have to gett my friends working for me! I’m almost home and I get a text asking me if I would like to meet for tennis the following week! TENNIS? I don’t play tennis… does that mean I have to wear work out gear, and trainers… Seriously. Well I figured I had nothing to loose, if after date 2 of tennis, seeing me in my leggings, sport shoes, hair up and then all red from running around a tennis court, it could be the start of something special! LOL!

I have to say, as I raced out of the house to go and play tennis on this our second date, I realised that I should take something to eat, so I sliced up some oranges and shoved them into a container and off I went. Me, the food blogger, Thermomix Consultant, didn’t think about food, I didn’t even whip up a quick dip! Honestly, I was so stressed about wearing tennis gear I wasn’t thinking. So here is where I though not only is this guy NORMAL, he is thoughtful… and if he is trying to impress me he is doing a great job of it! I arrived at the tennis court to two chairs and an esky that contained San Pelagrino mineral water, juice, sandwiches and cheese and biscuits. What guy thinks to do that, well MR N does! So now we had arrived at date 6, with introductions to my friends as previously stated AND he is still talking to me!

Game over, winners are grinners.

So if you are thinking of dating, or having to date again, DON’T, it is a minefield, but if you do, don’t give up, cause you may just find a NORMAL guy that is thoughtful, kind and thinks of fun things to do. Date 6 Polo was a fun day, with great food and wonderful company, that turned out to be a good, non threatening way to introduce Mr N to some of my friends AND even had a bit of Pretty Woman thrown in for good measure. So here is hoping that my friends haven’t scared him off and there will be a few more potential dates? Who knows?

Have you had any bad dates dear readers, or have they all been like something from a romance novel… I would love to hear your stories…!

Enjoy Irresponsibly! (The food that is, not the dates, you need to be very responsibly when dating! LOL)

Liz xx

P.S At the posting of this blog, he has officially asked me to be is “girlfriend” (its a bit weird having a boyfriend at 44) and we have had a few more dates, so it is looking good!

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I have been cooking since I can remember. I am a Thermomix consultant, so now (whenever possible) try to give you Conventional AND Thermomix methods for the recipes. I like to share tips on how to save money and how making food from scratch isn't really that hard (especially with a Thermomix). If you have any questions about the Thermomix or cooking/food in general please email me as I'm happy to chat.
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