Today set off to pick up my two blind dates from the International Airport in Cairns.... one 23yr old hunk and a close friends sister - two people I have never met before! Should be interesting.. and indeed it was. I had only just left Port when my phone rang... a plaintive voice from 23yr old hunk saying that he missed his flight... so now only one person to pick up!

Sods law I have tomorrow off so I could have picked him up.. but nay.. I have an appointment at Mosman magistrate Court for my drunk driving charge tomorrow. So that's going to put the kaibush on any plans to go and pop over to see him. And before you say, he hasn't got a car here. it's in Melbourne and being under 23 he isn't insured to drive my car..

Aaaah.. just got a text saying that he can drive over and see me tomorrow as he has got a car.. !:)

Now that could be a solution!


Here's one profile pic that got away..... brings a new meaning to 'playing by ear'.

Reminds me of going to see a band and was told about one of the guitarists who was playing naked and the back plate wasn't on the back of his guitar. Result was one guitarist bonded to the mechanisms of his guitar by his short and curlys.

Saturday night on the town.. working out figures with decimal points

Took myself out -as I usually do for my Saturday night out.

A 'hello' with an American accent belonging to a not unsightly gentleman greeted me after I had been sitting for a while. Enter Bruce - the only man called Bruce that I have met in Australia - and he is from the States!. Bruce lives in Adelaide, originally from Seattle and is Regional Director for a medical supplies company. He is also an ex basketball player.

Yep, so we are talking tall, physically buff, with that tight army kind of look - blue eyes and a close no. 3 head shave.

I initially noticed him as a Pamela Anderson look-a-like - bit less tacky but more of a cougar (yes, I can call a kettle black!) was chatting him up animatedly with her plumped up lips. After his hello he was definitely qualifying his leads as he mentioned that two Melbourne lassies had also asked him to join them (perhaps he had images of a menage a trois). He stated that if I wasn't interested in talking to him then he would talk to these two ladies instead. I told him to do whatever he wanted, but if he wanted to talk to me I wasn't going anywhere (isn't old age great for nonchalance).

It was his last night after a weeks holiday in Port Douglas so I think he was hoping for a right royal send off.

He seemed a caring, interesting guy, who was intellectually stimulating, and actually seemed interested in me - though overdoing it a bit with the gushing compliments me thinks. Asking questions like 'what makes you happy', 'what do you find fulfilling'. Then enter sound effects - the slide of the needle on a gramophone record. I rub my hand across his well buffed chest as my hand is placed there to feel the solid mound of his pectorals and all I feel is the prickles of a shaved chest - aaaagh! (pet hate.. shaven chests!). I make some jokes, but my sense of humour, sarcasm and bad jokes, tend to fall a bit flat. As his long frame rises and walks off - I am thinking - is that a stoop and are his legs bowed? Trying to think whether he looks well preserved late 50's in some light or mid 40's in other light. I ask if he likes dancing - 'not to this music' as the rhythms of Latin American music come over the speaker. I write my contact details on the back of my Chris Cornell ticket - who he didn't know but he did save himself and when I mentioned Soundgarden he had heard of them (phew!).

I left him gasping as I said that I was going to leave and join my friends, Rob and Jane.

Half an hour later I left (whilst answering my phone as Bruce called to wish me well and thank me for the evening) with my friends and we were going to go back to their place with another couple that were staying with them. I offered to drive…..

One police road block and 0.054 points later I was walking away with my summons for a drunk driving charge on 23^rd November and wondering where I could purchase a used bicycle.

Well, that serves me right!

Looking forward a bit to Sunday as I was due to meet with Darren (Plenty of Fish date) at lunchtime at the bungy jumping centre where we were going to while away the day looking at backpackers plummet to their drops all with a beer.

I messaged him last night to say that since I am not allowed to touch my car for 24 hours that plan has to change.

His last correspondence:

ya still up for a sunday hello or ya gunna chiken out...
baahk bahk buuk buk poor atempt at chiken sounds
ring me if you want to hear my voice
rosie I am not a player or anything else.. dont care one bit if we clash or get along like a house on fire.
would be nice to say hi is all , long way for you short distance for me.

So I have messaged on POF, I have texted – twice, I have tried to call umpteen times and left voice messages. But all fallen on silence.

So heard nothing since his last email…..

So as a finale for this blog another treat for the latest in Internet Dating 'what not to do on your profile pic'

Oh dear... seems that the best part of POF is looking at these - what kind of perverted humour do I have. But I do suffer as I usually end up getting replies as there is a counter and id on each profile saying who has looked at your picture so you know who is interested in you... whoops!

Anyone for snorkelling?

I was put on the other boat today. Doesn't go to the pontoon but stops at three separate dive/snorkle sites on the Agincourt Reef.

Can you believe the Barrier Reef is as big as New Zealand/Italy?

Aaah bliss.. away from Min the Merciless. But from one gloomy outlook to another kind!

Last night it pissed down with rain of over 200mm in just 24 hours - wettest Cairns day EVER! A record breaker!

The moment we saw a Frigate fly over there were mutterings about frigate=storm.. and soon enough the squall hit.

We were hardly out of Port when a frenzied game of pass the vomit bags began. Pale faced groaning passengers retasted their breakfasts as the first surge of the waves made the boat roll as reverse peristalsis resulted. All shoved under their noses with plastic gloved hands (can't be too careful with any wayward splashes!).


And if you were wondering.. yes I was the snorkel guide today as part of my training and this was what I was snorkelling in. Underneath looking down at the divers in the calm depths I know where I would have rather been!

The current was sweeping everyone towards the back of the boat. Boy, did I get a workout today trying to keep everyone in an orderly group - behind the boat and not swept by the current to either sides of the boat.



Did so much finning that I rubbed raw my burn blister (a splodge shaped 1 inch diameter blister from when I dropped hot fat on my foot) from frantic finning friction.





One good thing about this boat is it's full of people taking refuge from Merciless Min. Apparently some people only work on this boat as they refuse to work with her on the other one .. way to go!

Dave the main guy is originally a London lad, who has worked for 8 years, and to use a cliche - the atmosphere between the two boats is like chalk that's extra chalky and cheese that's extra cheesy!

Did go to a Plenty of Fish date last week... enter Dean...

We met in a hotel area looking at asians enjoying swimming in the pool. When I asked if they served any drinks he said they didn't serve anything. I said that even a glass of water would be good (I'd been running around, and waiting for him for 15 minutes in the sun as he was late), but nowhere was there even a glass of water to be had. That's a good idea for a hot date location!

His photos showed a natural light brown head of hair. My first thought was aaaah! He had died his hair jet black, though had left the grey sideboards - strange look. Under the auspice of his raven mop in contrast was his brilliant white training shoes.

He mentioned he was ultra ultra hot on bodily and house cleanliness. He split up from his last girlfriend because she didn't listen to him. His advice to me when I said that I watched the TV was that it could hurt your eyes. I said that it was OK I used my computer at the same time. He said that that was doubly bad for the eyes. He was pretty direct and asked me if I found him attractive. I did say he wasn't really my type, with the word ANAL!! bleeping subliminally from my brain and almost made it off the tip of my tongue.

I did line up a date for after this one... Marius was in a meeting till 3.00 so he was going to call me when he got out about where to meet - we were due to meet at 6.00pm. No texts. No voicemails. I did text - no reply. So at 5.45 my last voicemail was that I was leaving and if he didn't call me in 10 minutes then I was going home...... and haven't heard from him since, even for an apology, or a rebook. Nothing like being rejected without even meeting up!

Next date I have is next Sunday... so we shall see.... !