There was a group of 11 of us who went, 10 women and my dear friend Allan who was totally in his element with statistics like that.
I'd been chatting to a guy online and decided to meet up with him on the way there. He was lovely, he was huge though closer to 7foot than 6. I was a bit giggly with him, I found him very attractive. I dominated the conversation but mostly with stupid high school girl chatter. I'm so embarrassed with myself. I thought I'd never hear from him again.( I did, got a Skype chat message when I got back- if it gets any further like to another meeting I'll give him his own post)
So I left my coffee with him and managed to get to the plane on time, lovely flight over, I got to be co-pilot sitting beside the pilot with my foot on a very important part of the rudder with the instructions not to move it.
We had nibbles and some drinks at the house on the island and then went for dinner at the pub. Allan embarrassed me totally by mentioning the teabag-ing conversation* we had last time on the island. It happened during a lull in the restaurant conversation and everyone heard me say TEA BAGGING ITS WHEN YOU..... and then three guys at the table next to me turned and looked at me and laughed out loud... along with all the ladies at my table. So I snubbed my friends and went and sat with the 3 guys, explained the incident and how innocent it was, introduced myself, recommended the fish and returned to my friends.
We hit the bar side a few hours later and I met some lovely Stewart Island locals, most of them married, they seemed almost scared of me, I'd introduce myself and ask their name and they would reply in one word BobI'mMarried looking sideways to see if anyone could see them talking to me and blushing. One of them asked me to come with him and introduced me to a young local guy "This is Greg and he is a 20 year old virgin" I don't think thats the best opening line for poor Greg sadly, cos the wee fella blushed redder than his hair. I had a lovely conversation with Greg and made him promise to dance with me at the ball tomorrow night. I was totally uninterested in him but it was good sport having a chat.
I did notice one guy there who turned my head a few times, he wasn't handsome but more chiseled looking, He looked over my way a few times but not in an interested way. I found him quite magnetic, like I was drawn to him. Obviously I was not the only one, he always seemed to have women around him. One of the married local guys introduced me to him later when the pub was a bit quieter, I found him interesting to talk to but didn't think he was interested in me at all... I guess I was wrong there. at about 11.30pm he said to me "we should talk more, but I'm tired, join me in my room tonight?" I said "No" but he said "You know your going to" I protested a bit more, not sure why cos I thought about sex and thought yeah that would be fun tonight. He left me for a bit, to think it over and I chatted to my friends, the sad few who were left. Allan the mindful chaperone was all like "You go girl, just let me know the room number so I know you are safe" And the chiseled stranger came back and just led me away.
He was a big guy and very strong and the sex was a bit aggressive and rough, not bad though. we showered together and I stayed the night. We climbed into bed and he unloaded some stress he had had the week before, he had done CPR on a guy in a bar and the guy had lived, he was almost tearful trying to describe what emotions he was feeling at having saved someones life. I could relate to him, as an Ambulance officer/fire fighter I've had some similar experiences. All night he was very cuddly, pulling me close to him from whichever corner of the bed I escaped to, It was very hot in the room and I felt overheated and smothered. At one stage his arm went around my neck and I woke feeling trapped, I got up and went to the toilet then slept in the spare bed in the room. I snuck out in the morning when I thought he was asleep but then realized I'd left my phone in his room so snuck back and got it. He was awake, like he must have been faking sleep, I'd been gone 10 seconds. I said go back to sleep- I'd see him at the ball, grabbed my phone and left. He said "ok see you there."
I thought all day about weather I wanted to peruse things with him. I decided that if he was really into me he could do some chasing, then I could decide, I was leaning towards a catch and release though.
I was at the ball before he was, I saw him right away, he sat at the table by the door and watched the group I was with dancing. He never came over or said hi. We did chat briefly when I passed him, I said "Hi, how's it going?" and he said good and went to say something else but somebody else came over and distracted us. I never did chat to him again, he was whenever I looked surrounded by women, by the end of the night he was clearly interested in one of them.
When I got home I googled him and found some information that would have been a deciding factor against continuing anything with him, so I felt it was a lucky escape.
I had, at the ball attracted the interest of a couple of local guys, they seemed nice but no spark. I kept one of them at arms length, told him I wasn't into guys who smoked. He said he was giving up, I said, well I'll see you here next year when you are a non smoker. he was gutted he said a chick like you doesn't stay single for a year. I reminded him I was here last year so had been single for a year and had enjoyed that year so it would take someone very special to make me change... but I was open to the idea. He asked for my phone number but didn't have his phone with him or any way to write it down. He then asked if he could meet me at the airport to say goodbye. I said ok to that.
On the way to the airport, a bright yellow Tuk-tuk went past, it was him, he swooped back around and picked me and the girl I was walking with up, he gave me his phone number then. I thought he would have been too drunk to remember me! He is sweet at least, I called a friend who used to live on the island to get a reference... she said he was a really nice guy but heavy drinker. I don't need another heavy drinker in my life.
It was a nice flight back, I sat in the back of the plane and dozed a bit during the 15 min flight, I'd only had 3 hours sleep. We all descended upon Allan's son's house for lunch... Now I've often felt I'd love a man like Allan but younger... why had I not thought of his son before? Son of a gun is 3 years younger than me, he seemed attentive and a bit flirty, totally ignored the other woman in his age bracket there and when she sat beside him and showed him pics of us he kept pointing me out, nobody else, I was sitting on the other side of him. He stuck in my head as the lasting meeting of the weekend. He gets his own post now.
It was a long trip home, we were all tired, took turns driving. Stopped and looked at a hat and accessory shop in the middle of nowhere, I bought a scarf.
* Allan and I had done a ceroc dance class and then learnt some moves at my place, one of them was called the Tea Pot. Allan and I were dancing last year at the ball and he said loudly "Ok Teabag me" and I fell to my knees with laughter. I tried to explain what he had just implied but the company did not fit the explanation. So the next morning when we took a lovely dawn walk on the beach alone I explained what tea bagging was. (Its a urban dictionary type term for a sex act, look it up if you are still in the dark.) He was both amused and mortified that I chose such a beautiful pristine location to soil with the explanation.
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