I went out for drinks with my friend Claire and her two sisters and had such a fun time in Manly. We started off at Shark Bar and had a drink - I ordered my Vodka, Lime, Soda and realised in the first gulp i'd been given something that resembled peach schnapps and soda (bleugh) so I quickly had that swapped by a bar tender, who proceeded to drink what I handed back to him. Unfortunately 28-year-old Mollie, who was with us on our night out, forgot to bring her ID, but despite her 28-years, she was not allowed in, and had to catch a bus back to Brookvale to get her ID before her night could properly commence.
Lucy, Claire and I then moved to the Steyne after a quick by-pass through Henry Afrikas (not so impressive). Second drinks issue - the bar tender refused to accept Lucy's money, because it had a slight tear in it - was quickly resolved after the bar tender had five girls ask to speak to the manager because the money was in fact still legal tender.
We were soon joined by a group of four Norwegian guys, one of which was really pretty hot. We began talking with them and I was soon pretty impressed by him. A 30-year-old Civil Engineer who speaks three languages (German, Norwegian and English), plays lots of sport (he surfs, wakeboards, skis, snowboards etc), and has travelled to all but one continent (with highlights being that he was invited into mud huts in Nigeria and partying at Carnivale in Rio De Janeiro). So I was really quite interested after i'd sussed all this out.
Anyhow, we left them and went and danced, and at 3ish in the morning, decided we needed a rest, so Claire and I went and sat back down at a table, we were still at the Steyne at this time. Claire and I started to look through the crowd, checking out which guys were hot and which were not. I began telling her how I still thought the Norwegian guy was my favourite when he came up to me and asked if there was "any room for a Norwegian" to sit next to me. Of course I shifted over, and we began chatting once again.
We talked for about half an hour. I soon discovered he was leaving two days later... so there was almost no chance for us to get to know each other after our night. He kept looking straight into my eyes and sat quite close to me, being genuinely sweet and not at all slimy. He spoke English very well, albeit slightly formally. The other girls then were ready to go, and after he gave me three bands to listen to after we discussed our favourite music, I left him at the table.
What I regret is that we didn't exchange numbers. He had tried sussing out whether I had a boyfriend, and told me he thought i would make a great journalist, because "how do I say this in English... you have a winning personality." For some unknown reason, at the time, I figured if it was meant to be, fate would intervene and we would meet again. Although, given he lives in Norway, I certainly have my doubts. To add further to my problem, we never properly ascertained what each other's names where... although we chatted so easily, it never occurred to us to really find out our names.
Claire said that, when we left, the Norwegian looked really disappointed... perhaps he was just trying to pick me up for a one-night-stand, but he didn't seem like that kind of guy. Not really sure what to do now. I knew, after I met him, that he was really special - I've practically never met anyone I have so quickly thought I would like to be with. But c'est la vie. If you know of a Norwegian 30-year-old Civil Engineer who has recently travelled to Australia and has stayed in Manly, please let me know - it might save fate from intervening.
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