Last minute decisions.
I just realized he’s online on my Facebook chat and all the memories rushed to my head.
By now you should know my modus operandi. Tinder. This time, I’m going back to April 1st when I matched with an Aussie guy. His pictures suggests he travels a lot and that he is good looking but not that good looking but since he’s Australian and I’m known for fainting just by hear their accent, I swiped right. We’re a match! He immediately sends me a message and I engage to the conversation.
After chatting for a couple of days we decided to meet for a drink. I was working till 11.30 pm that day so the only option we had was to meet around midnight. I know, I know…booty call alert!!! But still, I said yes. Do I need to say again that he’s Australian? I’d meet him at 6 am just so I could hear him talk! At 11.30 pm I nervously rushed to my car. When I got to the place I sent him a message and he replied almost instantly. It said “I’m by the McDonald’s add”. I could see that add from where I was and there was in fact a guy there. But it was definitely not the guy I was expecting. I approached him and he recognized me. It took me a minute to take that all in. I was REVERSED CATFISHED. That means he was EXTREMELY HOT. Not just good looking like I was expecting. I remember telling my best friend “I’m going to have a drink with this Aussie guy but he’s not THAT kind of Aussie guy”, that means he’s not like this:
But I was reversed catfished and he DID LOOK like that! Here I was, standing in front of a blonde Chet Faker doppelganger losing my shit. I don’t know how I was able to say “Hi” and I definitely don’t know how I was able to spend 2 hours talking to this guy. That accent…I’m losing my shit just to think about it. He never made any move until it was time for me to leave. That was when that Aussie god put his hand on my knee and leaned in. I think he was going for a kiss and I gave him my cheek. Classic Débora.
Next couple of days we kept on messaging each other. I couldn’t forgive myself for unwillingly turning him down and I knew he was traveling across the country with his family so one day I decided to check where he was. He replied saying he was going to spend the weekend in Porto. I was supposed to go to Porto last month but had to make a last minute cancellation. He then said “It would be awesome if you could join me”. That little sentence was the devil’s advocate. I went to work and told my friend about this recent Australian affair. He talked me into going to Porto for 5 hours. This was on a Thursday night. I was on my way to Porto on Saturday morning. In case you don’t know, and I bet you don’t, it takes between 3 to 4 hours to get to Porto from Lisbon.
As soon as I got there I sent him a message. We were meeting for a drink later in the afternoon but then he had tickets for a football game I really didn’t want to go. Again, still no idea how I spent another hour listening to that accent. We agreed on meeting after dinner.
Since my orientation skills are as good as my German, I got lost a lot and couldn’t find a place to grab some dinner. He hadn’t had anything to eat as well so we decided to meet at a restaurant and have dinner together. I got there and there were 3 Australians, 1 New Zealander, 2 Canadians and 1 Brazilian waiting for me. What a group! We had a pleasant (and cheap!) meal and went straight to the city’s nightlife area. Damn it was crowded! We got into the first pub we saw. I needed alcohol by that time I was still not used to the accent. Mojito after mojito and sangria after sangria I was finally able to try to boost some dance moves. That and my onesie were the hit of the night. The other people were slowly leaving the pub because a) they were still suffering from jet lag and b) they are not used to party until late at night. Eventually it was Aussie guy and me. Tipsy me. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t speaking proper English by that time but hey, he was understanding me. This is a little side note but earlier on that day he told me what pashing means. For those of you who are not familiar with Australian lingo, pashing is, and I quote, “an Australian term for heavy duty kissing between teenagers.” Bear this in mind.
So Aussie guy and tipsy Débora are alone. Aussie guy makes a move and I’ve learned from my mistakes. This time I don’t give him my cheek. I was so proud of myself and what did I do immediately after that? “Hey, what’s that word you taught me earlier?” Aussie guy cracks up.
Let’s just say it was a successful night and that eventually I could pass beyond the accent.
On the next morning we had breakfast together and I was proudly showing of my Australian boyfriend. I just wish I could post his picture here for you to understand. You’d high five me if you saw him!
He’s back in Australia now. We still message each other from time to time and it’s a lot easier when you don’t have to hear the accent! He was my first Australian boyfriend and boy was I off to a good start.