I’ll start by saying sorry not sorry Mom for already breaking your two rules laid out for me during my Australian adventure: cliff jumping and meeting a man. This post is about the latter.
I’ll refer to him as B. B is 23 just like me, and lives about a 25 minute drive into the bush from my old host family’s house on a thousand acre ranch. B’s a ringer, who just so happened to be off of work for a while due to his seasonal line of work. He’s a little rough around the edges, but with quotes like, “anyone can take a sheila to dinner the night before, but it takes a real man to cook a woman breakfast the next morning” how bad could he be?
It was a bit strange that I took a bit of a liking to him, seeing as not a single guy has sparked my interest in over three years. Safe to say I felt nervous and my attempt at flirting was a complete joke because I was a bit rusty. However, I knew I only had three weeks before moving to Brisbane so I figured why not just go for it?! And I am SO GLAD I was as fearless as I was because I have had more fun the past three weeks than I have in a long time.
Some highlights include:
- tubing and taking the boat out in Mount Morgan.
- countless drives in his ute (AKA pickup) down windy backroads with windows down and country music setting the mood.
- riding the quad (4 wheeler) around his property with his dogs. Beers in hand made this even better.
- eating the delicious meals he cooked for me and trying new foods (mud crab being my favorite).
- swimming in creeks and mayyybe a skinny dip session here or there.
- shooting guns off on his property. I was awful.
- lounging around on a lazy sunday simply enjoying each others’ presence
- “clubbing” the Rockhampton way and getting him to dance.
- sleeps in the bed of his ute… in a swag… by the fire… under the stars.
- learning a bit about dingos, boars, kangaroos, snakes, crabs, dogs, cows, and geckos. Drop bears aren’t real by the way.
- attempting to learn to drive stick in his ute. After informing him that guys at home don’t usually let girls drive their trucks he responded with, “good thing I drive a ute.”
- mustering, tagging, and branding cattle. Okay, for this one I was just a spectator, but still amazing!
- finally understanding some bush slang. Although I’m convinced I could spend the rest of my life in Australia and still be confused.
So yeah, basically I had a kick ass time. The whole situation kinda put me through an emotional whirlwind. I usually hate texting or calling people, but it was different with B. And I can’t explain why. It felt good to feel wanted and to have someone who genuinely cared. I could be wrong about the way he felt about me, and he sure as shit could have just thought of me as the American with the accent; I guess I don’t really know. However he felt, I am appreciative that he always treated me well and was a gentleman.
My time with B came to an end as we said our goodbyes at the security check-in at the Rockhampton airport this past Saturday. I planned on taking a taxi to the airport, but he insisted he wanted to see me off. Of course I cried, so that was a bit embarrassing, but I think he was pretty sad too. I’m not sure if I’ll ever see him again, but I do know that I’ll never forget him, his lifestyle, or how nicely he treated me. I also don’t exactly know what our little romantic fling was, but I do know that I had three amazing weeks with my him that I’ll always have to look back on and smile.
Of course, pics or it didn’t happen right…? Well hopefully this video suffices. I think I did a half way decent job considering the guy hates getting his picture taken. WARNING: way too cheesy for anyones liking
*Audio: Til It’s Over by Old Dominion