Date #2 Aussie Rules

Date #2 Aussie Rules

It seems ironic that the whole time I lived in Australia I never got asked out by a guy. I just assumed Australian men just weren’t attracted to me. Which brings me to Date #2 an Australian Ex-pat living here in London working in IT.

The first thing that struck me was that he’s tall. 6’2” He really towers over me. He’s a financially secure work-a-holic. He’s done quite well for himself. He’s a property millionaire, but he hasn’t given up his day job.

We met in Soho for drinks. We talked about traveling, Australia, politics, the middle east, George Bush, John Howard, etc. He seems to really like John Howard. I’m hoping he’s not a Tory. I could probably fuck a Tory, but date one in the long term? I don’t think so.

Now I knew I was somehow in trouble when he ordered a whole bottle of wine. I’m a 2-glass max kind of girl, so when I went on to my 3rd and 4th glass predictably I was feeling extremely horny. I kept wanting him to kiss me. Eventually he asked if he could kiss me. I answered, “Yeah, that’s cool,” as if it were the furthest thing from my mind!

While we were kissing he found my sweet spot, right in my ear. As he kept kissing my ear he was making more and more horny. Finally I had to tell him to stop; that, however, made him want me more. There we were sitting in the pub snogging each other and I was getting increasingly wet. He was so good at kissing that I could have fucked him right then and there! But no, no, I am in search of a husband, not an easy lay.

So I will be courageous and hope that he calls me again soon.