Date #2: the Nice Guy
My second match came through just as I was falling asleep in the bath. And this is where I really fucked up - I could have just said no, right? I had a funky hotel room with a free minibar and a wide-screen TV - why not quit while I was ahead? But some little primal instinct in my brain said 'If you get laid, you might feel better about yourself."
Let me tell you folks, NOTHING good ever comes of that particular impulse. Because even though you might be thinking 'I'll feel better if I succeed", you're not thinking "...but what happens if I fail?"
Off I went, back to the same bar like a lemming to the edge of the cliff.
You know when you meet someone, and you instinctively know they’re a good guy? I don’t mean all those folks who aggressively proclaim how nice they are to women; I just mean someone who’s chill, friendly and clearly considerate to everyone he meets. This was date #2 – a fresh-faced Melbourne advertising creative. He too was here with friends, but at least he had the good manners to leave them right over the other side of the bar. And he offered to buy me a drink – bonus for being considerate!
Mr Nice Guy was quintessential Melbourne - a successful corporate flunky with a creative project on the side. We talked about design, art, writing. I told him about the book project, which probably wasn't a great idea: "Hey, want to hook-up? I've just written a book about sex, where I discuss all my bad experiences. Don't be scared though, I won't write about you." (To be honest, I made no such promises, as you can see by this report.)
"Um, I think I'm going to go back to my friends." he said.
I'd like to think the reason I was (nicely) rejected in this case was because my sexual and creative prowess was so intimidating. But honestly, I think it was because I was sunburned, tired and had the haunted look of a beaten dog. None of these things are attractive characteristics in a potential partner