I’d spent three weeks messaging and chatting with a guy I met on Tinder who I thought had a lot of potential. His name was Thomas*, and he was pretty good-looking and seemed really nice so I was keen to meet up.
He’d recently moved to Sydney from Norway, so that was part of the attraction for me. He told me he was super keen to hook up with an Aussie woman as he hadn’t been on many dates since he’d been living here.
I went to a lot of trouble before the date. I had a blow dry, spray tan and bought a hot new dress I couldn’t really afford, but I thought he’d be worth the effort. I looked pretty good, if I say so myself.
We arranged to meet at a bar not far from my house in the western suburbs of Sydney. I turned up a bit earlier so I could get settled in and have a drink before he turned up.
He was about 20 minutes late, which I found annoying as he hadn’t even bothered to text me to say he’d be late. I’d had had two drinks by the time he turned up, but I wasn’t disappointed — he was very cute. I’d say he was definitely better looking in the flesh.
He kissed me hello and told me I looked gorgeous, so I liked him right away. He was a very flirtatious man, in his late 30s and very tall.
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I wouldn’t say it was love at first sight, but I was deeply interested right away. Yet there was something he said that totally put me off and had me wishing I’d never met him at all.
The bar wasn’t busy, and there were more bar staff and waitresses hanging around than customers.
One of the waitresses was very striking, tall and curvy with long black hair and green eyes. Clearly, she was Thomas’ type.
How do I know she was his type? Well, because he told me.
Any time she walked past our table, he stopped talking, mid-sentence, and stared at her.
It was so obvious and I felt really embarrassed by his behaviour.
At one point I was telling him about my family — my grandmother had recently passed away, so I was talking about her. When the waitress came to take our glasses, he turned away from me and ogled her in a really ‘pervy’ way.
As she walked away, he said four words that made me want to pour his beer over his head: “I hope she’s single.”
Well, that was it for me. “I’m sorry but you’re making it quite clear that you have zero interest in me so I’ll be going now,” I told him.
He tried to stop me and told me he was only joking about the waitress, but I’m not stupid. Even if he had been joking, it’s a pretty lame joke to make when you’re on a date.
I paid for my share of the drinks and left. I never heard from Thomas again. and I’m glad.