I’m certainly no dating expert expert. A twenty something female living in Sydney, The Lucky Country, who has had at most what can be classified as two ‘serious’ boyfriends. Not that either of them were particularly serious models of the Homo sapiens species. Other than that, numerous encounters with the opposite sex that can only be described as a collective of dating disasters likened to a bad 90’s American soap. The one where you can hear the audience laughing although nothing on screen is particularly funny.
I digress. It’s been an interesting decade plus of dating which has resulted in more than my fair share of all the cliched outcomes of courtship. I’m going to (over) share. Not only to warn cyber space about the potential variants of men who inhabit this fair emerald city (and beyond), but also just for shits and giggles.
Laughter really is the best medicine. Apart from manuka honey. That shit’s incredible.