Stewart Island

SO Off to Stewart Island I went, the Singles Ball as a matter of fact.

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.

Oz man

Went out with some friends last night, went out for lunch but lunch blurred on till the evening.

Watched the rugby in a pub, got chatting to random strangers there...as i do.

This guy was sitting at a table not far from us, I noticed him looking over my way a bit. I went over for a chat and found him open and friendly, but he was a tourist. Now short of changing this blogs content to AO lets just say its now a personal rule that I never "do" tourist. But I broke that rule last night.

He was in town for a work seminar, over from Oz for the weekend. We had some fun conversation and he asked about skiing tomorrow, I said I planned to and gave him my number -in case he wanted a ride up, I was not gonna do tourist so thought I was being friendly, he did seem like a nice guy.

He went to meet a few of his colleagues for dinner and said he would come back to watch another game with me. He came back but it was crowded where I was and he was with friends.

After the game finished I got a ride back home from my friend Allan and thought about going to bed, it was only 9pm but I'd been drinking since 1pm. It felt too early to call it a night.

Then he called me, was devastated I had gone home, his colleagues had moved on and he still wanted a night on the town. He offered to come and get me in a taxi. I said no,(I didn't want him to know where I lived) So I got my own taxi into town and he met me at the casino. I hung out with him while he played blackjack, he bought me drinks, we flirted, had a laugh with some of the others there etc. Then went back to his motel about midnight.... yeah I know I just broke my own rule.

Lets keep this G rated, yes there was sex, and lots of it, yes it got freaky, kinky, crazy and went for hours. At one stage he got his camera out cos he said this was way too good to forget... you know the sex is good when that happens. You get me turned on enough and I seem to lose all inhibitions and reserve. At about 3am and after a shower we both lay on the couch and chatted a bit, he got out his camera and we reviewed the pics, I made him delete all those with my face in them. Then, I made him delete my phone number from his phone.

It felt liberating, felt like I still had sexual attraction when mostly I just feel fat and plain. I felt like I used him but then I guess we used each other. It also felt a bit vengeful, a bit haha ex husband you will never get this again. (I've had a bad week ex husband wise.)

So it was a fun night and I cleared out a few cobwebs, its good to know I still have some skills.

Who Shot JR?

Who shot JR? I can't remember that now but I can remember everyone wondering, and the is a guy (JR) I have been chatting with who has me wondering, he just doesn't add up.

He says he works at a computer all day, but then types really slowly. It shows him typing for about 30 sec before "Hello" appears.

He is supposedly another military man, seems to know about things that are happening, like training at Tekapo, but then stuff like that made the local news. He just seems like a phoney... I'm so cynical... which guys did this to me?

He does seem sweet and nice, actually change that to tame. He wants to try video chat this afternoon. During regular chat I find myself easily distracted and quite happy to flip through other pages on the computer and get back to him to reply when i can be bothered. That says it all really, I guess I'm not so into him.

Have chatted with him online, he is clearly way more into me than I am him.. will continue to chat for a bit, but I'm not holding any hope.

Baggy

Good looking guy, a bit short and a bit out of my age preference but he looks a lot younger than his age, almost a bit too hot for me.

He is fit, tramps and skis. He drives a truck for a living. Has kids in their 20's who have left home. Is divorced.

We have chatted for a few months and still not met, maybe we have left it too long? But no he perseveres, and is coming to visit me next weekend.... I'm thinking eeekkk I need to go on a diet/what will I wear/I'd better clean my house. But then I think he needs to like me as I am and be happy with that. Now are those the words of a woman who is desperate or doubtful?

UPDATE

Well he postponed this weekend till next weekend. I have a friend coming to town next weekend and will be wanting to do stuff with her and the kids. Will be interesting, I might be able to get in a date though.

UPDATE 2, next weekend has now turned into September, he can't make it this weekend, next weekend I'm at a ball in another town and the weekend after that I have my kids all weekend... so September its gonna have to be.

Its not going to be September, he is taking a job offer in another town and moving there asap. He sent me what was effectively a break up email, saying sorry he had to choose the job over me right now. I reminded him we had not even met yet, that I was not expecting him to consider me at all with the job as we had not even met. I am ok with him making that decision. he seemed a sweetie but you just can't tell online.

Fireman Sam

Ok so a basic "Hi how are you" for a message... I wasn't even going to bother to reply. But then I checked his profile, hmmm why hasn't he come up in my matches before? He fits all my criteria.

So we chatted a bit, and he asked for my phone number and asked me out for dinner tomorrow. I declined dinner but have accepted a drink.

He has been a fire fighter for 15 years, he looked familiar, that could have been where I've seen him, I was a volly fire fighter for 8.5 years in a brigade that occasionally worked alongside his. Thats a plus in my book, I like the idea of someone who does stuff for other people. We have exchanged a few pics, he said he likes my smile, nice, he never mentioned boobs! Nice to chat with a guy without a one track mind.

Will let you know how things go after our meet tomorrow.

Ok, so Fireman Sam, not in my league - or should I say I'm way out of his! His pics are clearly old, he has gained a fair amount of weight. We know a few people in common, but chat consisted of mostly Fire Brigade chat, chat about the town I used to live in, he spent a while trying to work out if he knew my brother in Highschool.

When I send pics to people I try to make sure they are recent, I wish others would do the same.

Indian Steve

So far just chatting online..
He sent an email that stood out, It didn't have Hi in the title and he asked a question which opened things up for me to reply.
We exchanged a few emails, he asked fun questions, "Do I like white roses?" "Can I bake a mean carrot cake?"
When I look at his profile I'm everything he wants except for being slender or athletic/toned which every guy wants until he spends the night with her in a van when he realizes a bit of padding is not such a bad thing.He ticks most of my boxes too.
He lives a bit far away, but its nothing that can't be overcome.
He sent me a pic of his dog- a similar dog to the one I had.
I feel cynical though, so many frogs its hard to find the prince among them... I know he is out there - I've just not met him yet.

Update.

So we got chatting online the other night and decided to exchange some more pics... I sent some hot sexy, happy and adventurous looking pics... he then said he had none. I sent him a somewhat risque pic of me in a hot tub in exchange for him sending me one of him with his shirt off. he is a builder and in his pics he looked fairly fit... well I'm now guessing they were fairly old pics cos the one he sent me... well its not pretty, pale pasty moobs (Man boobs) dominate the pic, he has about 3 double chins (Does that make it a triple chin?) and he is almost scowling in a constipated manner at the camera... I said dude you should be smiling, he said its late and I'm tired, i said you are talking to me - YOU SHOULD BE HAPPY BOUT THAT!

The chat is fine and fun but he looks way older and way bigger than "average" as stated in his profile. I'm now looking back at the pics I first saw and thinking they are on weird angles, does that just make him look average? I'm also looking at his hairline and while he is nowhere near bald his forehead is a lot larger in the pic he sent me just taken... another frog I'm guessing but... I may try online chatting with web cam to see, maybe he just isn't photogenic.

UPDATE 2, have had a chat online, he really does look older for his age, but he was nice to chat with, he is much better looking animated than in a photo. One of his friends was there, they were both new to Skype and I was tempted to do my welcome to web cam chat trick... where I arrange the web cam to head and shoulders and then take my top off... usually driving them insane, making them stand up and move their web cam/computer around trying to find an angle with more advantage. But I restrained myself.

UPDATE 3 So spent about 1.5 hours chatting to him from 11.30pm when I got home from my night on the town. Never short of anything to chat about. He tells me about the house he is renovating, about the kitchen he ordered for it. Trying to seduce me with his smooth granite counter tops... its kind of working. I know I'm not the kind of girl to fall for someone for their asset list, but its nice to know that by his age he has some, he is 8 years older than me. He called me "just a child really" which bemused me, he thinks I'm so young, does that mean he wants to be my sugar daddy? He has such lovely dogs too, I met them online - strangely they showed no interest in me whatsoever.

He keeps asking why I am still single, seems to think I should have been snapped up ages ago. He told me I was a stunner, I find compliments like that hard to take, its just too much so I know its not true. I replied that all the girls in his town must be bush pigs.

No set day/time to chat again but I know I want to soon.

Update 4

More chat, he keeps calling me gorgeous... makes me a bit uncomfortable... but I'm really starting to like him. Found out a lot about him, he was a fire fighter for a few years in Melbourne, rural fire like me. He does volunteer work for Red Cross... now I really like that. He seems really busy, he is working on his own house right, asked my advice about colours, it feels wrong offering that advice as I know I'm not likely to be the one enjoying them. he is coming down my way soon, to pick up a truck, a water tanker, one that I used to drive (well the same type) when I was in the fire brigade. He said he would visit me then. He lives such a long way away I really can't see myself relocating that far and he has so many business and interests where he is... but I don't want to say its impossible. But leaving the chat with him I have a smile on my face.

Richard 1st

My most recent date - an internet chat and decide to meet for coffee....

Ok so it took about 30 text messages to decide on a date, place and time. Then the dude, Richard, is all like "wait outside for me, we can meet than go in together" I said screw that dude its freezing outside. I was about 3 mins late when i got a text message asking where I was.

I replied "opening the door" and by the time it sent I was ... I liked the way that happened.

So I asked what he wanted to drink, he was sitting there without a drink. Speights he replied and I knew the date was doomed, it was 6pm.

I honestly tried to fancy him, I sat there and imagined him touching me, kissing me, I nearly laughed, his top lip was really thin and rubbery looking, would have been like a goat nibbling. The conversation was controlled by me, the whole date was controlled by me. Richard was a military man but obviously more used to receiving orders than giving them. I found him pleasant enough company, maybe because I like to talk about myself. But I just didn't fancy him.

Then he asked if we should go back to my place... I pretended to have no idea at what he was suggesting.. I laughed inside at the idea I have never done that before.

I told him the truth, he was nice enough but lacked immediate spark and if he wanted to get to know me I would probably meet him again on a friend basis.

I then told him I'm bring pizza home to my family and its time for me to go.

He followed me to hang out while we got pizza.

He sent me a text about 11pm asking if I slept naked.

I replied I wore a long flannelette nighty and bed sock to bed and why did he want to know?

He replied he was touching himself and thinking of me. I stopped replying.

He sent text after text... too explicit to post here.

His last one came at 3am... he was unable to sleep... thinking of me.

Soooooo obviously I fucked with his head... I should find a better use for my powers but hey this is fun.

So, he has texted me a few times asking if I want to meet again. I ignored him. Then I got a message on the internet dating site and I decided to take a leaf out of my own book and replied honestly to him...

"To be brutally honest No, I find you a bit too sleezy, you crossed the line from flirty to sleeze and it grossed me out. No point playing games but it just didn't work for me.

Sorry."

Hopefully that is the end of this episode. Here's hoping I haven't tripped the psycho switch.