Dash. Virgin. Vanity. Vocal Part II - 21st Century Dating

"I'm sorry, I can't do tonight. I have something else on." My gut churned reading that text message, and my pride was hurt a little. I was being stood up. Again. Someone cancelled on me a few days earlier. What the fuck! Their loss, and not mean to be I suppose.
When I got home, slightly pissed off and feeling a tad blue, I logged onto the dating website and answered emails I would normally avoid. I had a quick chat to someone who seemed interesting. I liked what I saw and [unlike me] agreed to meet the next day. He actually turned up. All shortness of him. He was tiny & not at all goodlooking. I can see why he did only posted headless photos. I thought, don't be an arsehole Dash - get to know him. Within 5 seconds I think, you are kidding yourself to think that your family and friends don't know your gay. Either that or they are deaf and blind. He was so camp. Within the next 5 seconds I can tell he likes me.  I was actually embarassed to be seen with him. He made the most awful scene when I sat down to have a meal with him. His arms were flailing and his nasally voice carried accross the cafe. He didn't shut up. He was making holiday plans, and wanting me to meet the family and his friends. Fuck. I went to say goodbye - but he stayed around, making for some awkward and forced conversation... two fucking long hours later - I shook his hand & said see you around. 24 hours and 400+ text messages [from him] later, I am finding it hard to be civil. Damn being so polite.

Eight years ago I started chatting to Mr Blue Eyes. We shared alot [as you tend to do online - easier confessions]. We continued chatting over the years. Sharing dreams. Loss. Love. We'd often be in the same city at the same time. We'd talk of meeting and wanting to spend time with one another - deep down I knew it would never happen. We were in two different worlds. he had his career & and regimented life. I [still am] a scatter brain gypsy child. He's blonde with [you guessed it] blue eyes. I am dark with dark eyes.
One night we were texting, and I mentioned I had arrived in Sydney. He was out of the country on business for a few weeks. I got on with work and life. Before I knew it, I was reading a text from him "No more hiding behind a computer, let's meet :-)." I was excited, but calm - and not at all nervous. Afterall. I knew everything about him and him about me... oh, fuck... I've told him all my secrets... NOW I was nervous!
The time came. 7PM. I was walking towards the coffee shop - I see him. He's in a red shirt. Sipping his decaf long black [no sugar] checking his phone. Something came over me. I walked up behind him, and like an old mate, I grabbed him by the shoulders and said "blue eyes". He turned, and smiled the biggest, whitest smile. Stood. and hugged me like I can't even explain.
We had dinner, coffee, walked. Spoke about everything. I couldn't take my eyes off him. The way his eyebrows moved, the dimples in his cheeks, the curls on his head. The way he spoke. The affection he showed. Always smiling. His laugh boomed. It was surreal meeting him face to face. Surreal, but right. So much better than typing to one another all night and seeing his little profile picture in the corner. We walked back to his apartment. Before we said goodnight, he hugged me - for what felt like an eternity. He kissed my lips - all I could say was "wow". I walked away dizzy, weak and smiling. Damn!
The next night we met for a coffee - This guy is real. Fuck!

So much happens here. I can't believe it has only been a month. Thought I would share a few more tales. And while I am not so scattered, finish my previous blog!

One night I jumped out of bed - running through the dark dorm  - I kneed someone [who was doing meditation] in the face.
Another night I was sitting up in bed on my laptop enjoying the stillness and quiet of the room. I leaned slightly to my left, lifted a cheek ... and dropped my guts. Within 5 seconds I heard someone say "Ya right there?!" and they stood up from the bottom bunk, laughing. I was mortified.

As I have been typing this, my French roommate has been chasing a cockroach around the room with a thong, screeching "fook it is yuge... fook... fook". I can't stop laughing.

I have cancelled my surgery - after a quick word from a good friend. It was cancelled within the hour.

Be writing more lyrics. Had a sing and a jam with a busker at the train station. Felt so fucking good!

THATLDO
I hope you enjoyed this installment.

-Dash
xoxo