Newcastle Delivers!

I went to Newcastle a couple of weekends back with a couple of mates and we made a mess of ourselves out on the town giving the locals a run for their money. The girls I was out with went home for the night and I found myself going back to a hotel room with a bloke I had met earlier in the night. Morning came, and upon realizing that this was one of those large apartment type hotel rooms and that he wasn’t alone, I decided that it would be wise to bid my farewells and leave before morning introductions. After slipping past the knowing eyes of the hotel concierge, I pondered how I would make my way to the address that I should have been staying.
Usually when I am in a strange place I will write the address on my arm in bold letters so that I can easily find my way home, should I become inebriated and completely incapacitated; but not this time. I had no idea of the address or the suburb at which I was staying… All I could remember was that it was about 40 minutes drive away from the city. And there was a yacht club down the road. I went to find a cafe for breakfast or something open to chill out at while the rest of the sleepy town could open their eyes and I could find someone to point me in the right direction, sadly, NOTHING was open!

I knew one thing for certain, if I was going to make it home I would need at least one thing. Money! So I made my way to the closest ATM hearing a voice say “you know it’s been a good one if you’ve spent all your cash the night before”. And before I can hear myself plead stranger danger, I’m accepting a lift home with an overweight, bald guy in his late 30’s. Okay, so he might not have been bald …

Conversation flowed in what I assume was his wife’s people mover, as he told me about being married, his young daughter and life as an accountant having no vices *yawn*
He asked for my number, being the harmless chap that he was and I gave it to him, after all he was giving me a lift home that was well out of his way!!
Good Samaritans always remind me that I should be doing more to pay it forward!

We reached the Yacht Club, my final destination, and he, knowing that I didn’t have a whole lot of money to my name puts $50 on my knee; “I’m going to send you a message, and this is so that you can reply”.
“Who do you think I am? Some kind of hooker? You can’t buy me”!!
“I’m not trying to buy you; I’m just giving you the means to reply to me”.
“If you call me, I will reply because I want to, I don’t want to be obliged to answer”.
He accepted that put his money away, and I got out of the car. I waved him goodbye and tried to remember which way I should go to from here. I knew it was up a rather large hill, so I headed towards the steepest street I could see. Listening out for cars, a little paranoid that he could follow me, but knowing that if he had wanted to try anything that he would have done so already.
I rounded the corner out of sight of the main road when my phone goes off.
“You are a nice girl, I am impressed. I want you, want to go somewhere quiet?”
Woah!! “No, sorry you're married.”
”My wife and I have fun playing around. she would know about it and even be involved if you want”.
Wow!! What am I a threesome magnet??! Seriously!! That’s probably a story for another time though!! Still being curious I asked - Can you send me a picture of your wife?

Now apparently his wife is very excited about me :-P

How do I get myself into these situations I ask you??! Who knows, the wife wasn’t really my type, and the messages have since fizzled out, but as always, its fun while it lasted!!!