Blonde Boy Wonder

I just had a wonderful experience of being swept off the dance floor by a strapping young Tasmanian lad (yes, he showed me his scar :-p).

After the initial chat up, I left the smooth talker on the couch so I could dance with my friends. I assumed that all was forgotten- even though he did say that he would come and find me. And he did exactly that!

Now, I REALLY can't dance. Not properly. I mean, we had dancing lessons in Year 10 with the neighbouring boys' school, but no.... all I remember of that was the conspicuous toupee on the dancing instructor's head. Seriously, the guy could learn a lot from Bert Newton in the toupee department! *SCOFF*

So.... Blonde Boy Wonder. That's his new name. Asks me to dance. He takes the lead. We twirl around for a bit, it's a nice slow dance. I can't help but laugh, it's pretty awkward, but unlike the last guy, awkward is NOT a deal-breaker for me. (Should it be???) And then...... the kiss.

It wasn't the worst kiss in the world, sure. And I have been getting a lot of complements for my kissing of late- I must be in top form.... BUT..... I know disconnection and inexperience when I kiss it. And.... he kissed like he was too young for me. I deliberately did not ask his age this time around. This is because I was testing something out. Once, when I went out with my best friend, there was a guy who was very very VERY keen on me and I kept feeding him the 'you're too young' line. My friend thought I was crazy (which is nothing out of the ordinary for all friends of Soleil to think). But..... after my little experiment, now I THINK I understood why I did it.

Or do I? Ginger the other month was a bad kisser and he was older than me. Maybe it's an experience thing? Or just that people either have a connection.... or they don't! I think I am going to pick the latter option. Then why did I give Blonde Boy Wonder my number? It was all the charm. The dancing. The willingness to take the lead. What else can I say? I'm trying to discover the 'science' of dating life. And it's mighty tricky!

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