I’ve officially lost all faith in single Sydney men. I never thought those words would come out of my mouth. It actually saddens me to say them. This is not to say there aren’t any great men in this city — I’m sure there are plenty. I’m just yet to find The One.
I don’t believe “The One” exists; I think there’s easily more than one person for everybody. With that being said, how sad is it to think I couldn’t hold down just one man in the past five years? For all my unlucky dating runs — the ones who I loved, but who couldn’t love me back, the ones who poured their hearts out to me, but I couldn’t return the favour, and the ones who were just blatantly incompatible — where was The One?
On a Sunday morning recently, in the midst of Sydney’s stunning Spring season, I opened my eyes and made a life-changing decision. I took fate into my own hands: I’m moving to Melbourne. Nothing, in particular, happened for me to make such a drastic decision. In fact, nothing was happening in my love life at all. It was steady, stagnate, non-existent. So it’s true, I’m predominately relocating cities for love. It’s almost tragic how life practically forced me to choose — to leave a city I know like the back of my hand for one I know nothing about. Once I made the decision though, it felt right.
All I needed was a few days in Melbourne to solidify my self-made fate, and boy did it ever.
Within a few hours of arriving, I was sipping away on a pre-relocation celebratory champers with Melbourne-based friends. Within two hours, and at least five champagnes down, I was approached by a local Melbournian. Super tall, baby blues, great hair and even better teeth (no exaggeration, I swear). “Hi, my name is Will. I saw you walk in earlier. Can I buy you a drink? I’d like to talk to you.” Hold your horses there, Melbourne. Let’s just take a minute here — what the hell just happened?
Prior to said weekend, my mediocre love life had got me thinking: I’ve been single for close to five years. Am I the problem? Are all my single, career-driven, intelligent, attractive, independent girlfriends the problem? Am I not Tinder-ing enough? Am I too open, too honest, too affectionate, too independent?
Let me answer these for you now, single ladies. No — none of the above. The problem (and Melbournians may agree), is Sydney. The suburb “bubbles”. The insular social circles. The online dating — oh, the online dating! The appreciation, excitement and heart flutters I once had for the “one new match” chime have now been replaced with animosity, nausea and spine chills. Single men of Sydney, what I would do for you to take a leaf out of Will’s book. Talk to me, talk to us.
If you’re wondering if Will was just intoxicated, filled with confidence from the numerous after-work drinks he’d consumed earlier, you’d be wrong. The next day, Will texted asking to meet me before my departure. I agreed and we met at a local park that afternoon. Awaiting his arrival, he texted to say he was running five minutes late — he had to swing by home to pick up a picnic blanket. So, there I was, day two of my decision-making weekend, enjoying the rare Melbourne sunshine, horizontal, with a handsome stranger.
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