Attack of the Aussie!....

Thus far I've rambled about both love and sex. But what do you do when someone you're not interested in falls in love with YOU while you're traveling? Unfortunately I have experienced just that. Once. In Belgium...... It must have been all of the beer, chocolate, and waffles. Whilst on a train from Amsterdam to Brugge (yes, I said whilst), I met these 2 attractive Aussies who were poor, lonely backpackers too. We all had an instant bond. They were a ton of fun to be around, duh, and they loved beer, so we became instant buddies.... or so I thought. When we arrived in Brugge they invited me to crash with them at the hostel they were staying at, which is totally Kosher since most backpackers are good natured people who like helping their fellow globe trotters out. The hostel was awesome, called the Bauhaus (look it up if you're going to Brugge. It's voted one of Europe's top 10 hostels). We spent the day exploring the Gothic style canal town out, and the night drinking damn good beer. By midnight we were all a wee bit inebriated. The tall one with the mullet started giving me the puppy dog eyes, which is an immediate sign of danger. Now I'm not usually one to beat around the bush, so I called him out on it. He then proceeded to pour his heart out, saying he had fallen in love and wanted me to move to London with him. Apparently I was the kind of girl he'd hoped to find while on his journey of self discovery (silly man). I wasn't attracted to him or interested to say the least. First, he had a mullet. I don;t care what country you call home. Mullets are NEVER stylish or sexy. Only sport one if you want to repel woman. Second, we had literally known each other for 12 hours. I definitely don't want someone who is that desperate. We can all really, really, really want to fine The One, but begging like a dog for a bone is not the way to do it. Needless to say I was horrified. He had a mullet!! I let him down gently (or as gently as I am capable of), grabbed my shit, and got the hell out of there. Last thing I needed was someone I had absolutely no interest in stuck to my hip. Of course with my luck, 2 days later they were on the same train to Brussels I was on. Talk about embarrassing. Welp, I guess that's just how it goes sometimes. Can't bag the person you want, and you can't shake the one you don't.

Cheers,
Danni

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