Yet another date tonight. This one was a 25 year old Recruitment Consultant, who like me used to work as a graphic designer. Talk about a bitzer – apparently her ethnic background is a mixture of Pakistani, Malaysian, Vietnamese and Chinese ! To me, she just looked like a pretty sexy Asian chick really. Especially the now-almost-standard-for-any-woman-under-30 celtic design tattoo peeking out casually from the hipsters at the base of her spine. Yummy !

Nonetheless, it was a bit of a weird night … one of these spur-of-the-moment things really, so when I called her she said she was going out for dinner in Newtown with her (female) flatmate, and would I care to join them ? “Luuuurve to ….”

Of course what I didn’t count on was that the flatmates boyfriend was also coming, along with 3 other couples whose apartment in Olympic Park we stopped off at first !

Fark me ! Talk about highschool group-date !

Of course, back at highschool nobody actually owned their own place. You can imagine my discomfort (not to mention obvious silence) as everyone traded renovation tips, talk of first homebuyers grants etc etc.

I mean, even my 25 year old date had just bought her first apartment … the very swanky place in Baulkham Hills I’d gone to meet her at !

Needless to say, I felt myself shrinking inwardly in embarrassment, and hoping no-one asked about my living situation.

Once we actually got to Newtown things brightened up a little bit, as I proceeded to ‘educate’ the lads about their beer choices while we were getting ‘take out’ for the restaurant (“Look, Coopers is shit … and if we’re going Japanese why don’t you get Kirin ? Me ? Ah, I’m just gonna get a six-pack of Becks”) .

Once we’d finally got a table at the place in question, talk moved on smoothly to food choices and other mundanities. Although I did find out my date eats massive amounts of junkfood to no ill effect apparently. Her theory is ‘your body becomes immune to the fat’ which is just stupid ! More like ‘you’re a lucky little sow with fantastic metabolism’ !

One thing which was spinning me out about the whole evening, and still is now actually, is the immense sense of deja-vous I had about this bunch of people.

I swear I’ve met all these peeps somewhere before !

Umm … yeah … considering they all live in the Hills district, and go to The Tav on occasion I probably have for all I know !

Anyhoo, dinner concluded peacefully … and only one other bit of weirdness ensued before we finally headed home. Namely

My date, her flatmate, the boyfriend and myself stopped in at The Toolshed, because my date decided she needed a new vibrator and some porn videos

Now I don’t know about you, but that’s not normally the kind of thing I do on a first date … stop in at a sex shop. Methinks I might want to see this girl again ;)