“I’m just going to have a pathetic girl moment,” I tell a new friend at the apartment we are staying at in Dublin, “I really want a guy to message me.”
The guy I wanted to message is someone that I spent two days with three months ago and have been attempting to blog about ever since.
Long explanations in my previous attempts haven’t worked, so let me be brief.
Redwineuy.
Engineer. 27. Australian. Incredibly friendly; has travelled the world; loves his family. May possibly be as captivated by me as I am of him. Oh, and he spilt an entire bottle of red wine on our unofficial first date.
Redwineguy and I
1.
Dubrovnik, Croatia. Group dinner followed by drinks. We got to know each other; discovered that we would be living a couple of hours away in the UK.
2.
Island date. Spent the day swimming in secluded areas of crystal clear water, picnicing and walking the directionless paths. When we were tanned and exhausted we caught the ferry back to the mainland.
“Do you want to go for a walk?”
Sat on the edge of the mountaintop to watch the end of the sunset and the city light up.
He looks across at me, “We should probably get going.”
I look straight ahead, “I don’t want to leave.”
3.
Classy restaurant. He spilt wine. I ate the most incredible pasta of my life (penne with a mushroom and black truffle sauce). He paid.
“I still owe you for dinner.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he placed his hand on my waist and gave me a cheek / air kiss goodnight.
4.
Crepes for breakfast because he already knows I love them. I invited other travellers along and ruin a possible date. Spending time with him is just as incredible when others are around.
5.
Café. I wrote in my travel journal while he read. We looked like a couple.
6.
Said goodbye, he repeated his cheek kiss action, “I’ll see you in London,” he says as he steps back.
7.
A few days before I arrived in London I messaged him:
‘Hey hey,
Are you in London on Wednesday? We should grab breakie if you are around!
I hope life is going wonderfully.’
He responded explaining that he had flown home after he received news that his mother had been diagnosed with advanced cancer. In the same message he said it was a shame he wasn’t in London as he was really looking forward to seeing me again. He offered London friend’s contact details incase I need help during my trip.
8.
Various messages. Exchanging stories, inside jokes and photos of beaches and chocolate. Neither of us knows when we will be in the same country again. Last I heard his mother was doing better than expected.
After telling my new friend an even briefer explanation of our relationship I told her that we haven’t spoken in nearly a month and that I want to talk to him again. I hope everything is okay with him and his family and I don’t want to message and impose. However as my return date creeps closer and closer I can’t help wonder if he was right in saying he would see me in the future. Would it be crazy to fly to Brisbane? Or should I wait until our paths naturally collide? I think this could be something but we never had the chance to see what.
I’m focusing on my incredible adventures while he spends necessary time with his family, but I certainly hope that I see him again somewhere in this wonderful world.
Coffee, Dinner, Your Place. 