My Aussie Adventure

Wow, it's been so long...I feel like I'm dusting off an old book I stored away only to be forgotten. Maybe many of you perhaps thought I had retired, found my prince charming and rode off into a sunset...Yeah, not so much. I can pretty much say that the Datist mobile had a break down and needed to be brought into the shop for repairs. Now that I have it properly running again, I believe I can bring you all up to speed...

I had finally to my dismay found myself joining JDATE! OH THE HORROR! I believe the first message I received was from a 57 year old man, which I kindly rejected, letting him know he was the same age as my father. Even he agreed that made him a little creepy. As I went through my matches, which JDATE kindly refers for you, I found someone to my liking. He had bright red hair, really pretty blue eyes, a great smile, decent height, and a very detailed writer. I sent him a message, I figured "What the Hell, I'm here right? Might as well put my head on the chopping block." Funny enough he wrote me back using a word he seemed to favor very much, "Stoked." After a few back and forth emails and a pinch of intrigue, we decided to meet up for dinner and perhaps a drink.

I automatically liked Judah, he was fun to talk to, even spoke some Hebrew. He told me he had actually spent some time in Israel volunteering, he managed to pick up a few words. We had a pretty decent date, it had ended with a kiss, it seemed to have promise. Despite the vow of a phone call, a few days went by and I didn't hear from Judah. I knew he was busy, being a first year med student is no easy endeavor. You all know I'm not one to sit and wait by the phone so I mentally moved on, keeping the door open for Judah if he dared to knock.

Two weeks since my first JDATE, and I knew it was time to go out, raise my confidence again...Yes flirtation was beckoning me to come out and play. I soon received an opportunity, my friend Julie sent me an invite to go clubbing. She had rented out a limo, and had gathered a crowd of twenty guys and gals to go a club in Hollywood called Drais. I'm not much for clubs, usually finding myself yawning by the time they find themselves open to the public. I could easily resolve this dilemma with a nap during the day. I had never been in a limo before, for this experience alone I needed to make this night happen.

We're all scrunched in the limo, definitely a diverse mix of people, alcohol, and slutty yet tasteful evening wear. We arrive ready to dance, ready to grind up against strangers, and maybe a little bit more. I followed my new entourage to the dance floor, deciding my so called rhythm should join me. After about 15 minutes I have a craving to explore, I make my way over to the outside area, excellent place to people watch. I find some of my new gal pals from the limo, we chit chat for a few minutes before their dancing shoes decide to return back to their feet.

I walk back into Drais, still trying to get acquainted with my surroundings. I particularly enjoy looking at the professional dancers on the stage, the glitter reflecting off their dresses is absolutely radiant. A tall guy in a plaid shirt suddenly jumps right in front of me, an obvious invitation for a dance. He's actually quite good looking, but I can't seem to get my hips to move to his beat. A girl walks up to me, yells in my ear "Don't be afraid, we're just Australian." I smile to myself, I really love the Aussies, laid back people with fabulous accents. There were three of them, a girl named Alisa, married to a guy named Brady, who have brought along their friend James. James of course being the one who wants to get my two left feet moving. I stay with them the whole night, James so friendly and charming. I really am having a hard time resisting both his hand as well as his accent.

The night starts to wind out, and I realize I must find my limo posse if I expect to get back home to the OC. James and Brady encourage me to come back to the amazing house they have rented in West Hollywood. I tell them how far I live, that my only ride home is that limo. They shrug it off, say they will drive me back home tomorrow as I get shoved in a cab with the lot of them. I'm not sure what to make of this, I'm feeling excited yet unsure of the outcome. I send a quick text to Julie letting her know I've been abducted by some Aussies. I'm not sure what she'll make of my message, I mean, who would? The house they're staying in is exquisite, with a pool and jacuzzi included! I stay up all night conversing with Brady and Alisa, wondering if Aussies ever sleep. James never leaves my side, I find myself in his arms when we're alone. When daylight breaks they keep their promise and trek me all the way home.

I kissed James good bye, I figured I would never see him again, and didn't realize I would be mistaken. James gave me a call a day later, invited me to dinner with his friends, as well as another couple. This was the last night James would be in Southern California as the next locations he would travel to included San Fran, Florida, Puerto Rico, and finally a 10 day cruise to the Carribean.

To my surprise James called me everyday during his travels. He skyped me everyday as well, this Aussie was truly fond of me. A week before his cruise he invited me to join him, 10 days traveling around the Caribean islands. I explained how it wouldn't be possible, there was no way I could afford to not work for 10 days. I couldn't believe it when he decided to blow off his cruise and his friends to come back to California. His plan was to spend his last week in America with me and whisk me away to Las Vegas for the weekend.

As you can imagine, spending a week with James made me very acquainted with him. I found out he was a head of a million dollar construction company in Australia, he had a daughter from an ex, (He's 29 by the way) which made him not want anymore children. He was smart, but definitely not very worldly, still he was able to keep me guessing. Our weekend in Vegas made me fall for him all too fast, I didn't even realize I had fallen till we had arrived at the airport ready to part ways. This was it, James was ready to make his departure back to Australia. We kissed, we held each other, I didn't want him to leave. "You never know what could happen in the future." He said, I could only nod in a agreement, my eyes not able to meet his.

It's been a week now, and I find myself missing him so much. It felt like a fantasy, he had treated me like a princess. I keep having to convince myself it was REAL, I was whisked away by a very hot foreigner with an even hotter accent. If it weren't for our smiling pictures I'm not sure I'd believe it actually had happened. James adored everything about me, my facial expressions, my silliness, even my tendency to spaz out. How does the Datist continue on this road trip after such a romantic whirl-wind? This time it's exceptionally hard to move on...

"I'll never forget this, or you..."
~James, on our last day together

I won't forget you either James...

"May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand."
~Irish Blessing