Stereotypical?

Since I met Mr Kangaroo the first time in that bar back in May, people have been telling me stories about cheeky Aussies. This might have to do with the fact that the little Kangaroo put his business card in my back pocket although I was obviously out with a date and also since it later turned out that he also was in a relationship.

The wise owl the Oracle from Chiswick was as a single a big fan of generally ALL Aussies, all sizes, shapes and forms, but in the end fell for a decent, polite, well-mannered and generally very GOOD English gentleman. In retrospect she says that most Aussies were ever so charming but also cheeky, flirtatious, non-commital and cheaters.

La Kit has another story. She met this cool (he thinks) band-guy with a dazzling spikey hairdo and rocknroll t-shirts who was rather into her. But he was also very silent in between the dates and generally a bit .... loose. They talk about meeting up a Friday evening, but she hears nothing. Suddently he texts her on the actual Friday evening to hook up. A bit late hey? Please, men of the world, do treat dating with a bit of respect. And if you haven´t been organized enough to arrange a date in advance, do NOT text on the very night thinking that girls will have waited for you! Just embarrassing.

But my dear Charlie´s story is the best though. He was down in Sydney for christmas and fell for this wonderful 32-year old doctor and they had a bit of romance. Charlie (who is THE super-catch) didn´t hear much from him afterwards and was a bit disappointed but got over it. A few weeks ago they went to Mykonos with common friends. I so love Charlie sometimes, he just told the guy what he was feeling, in a honest, straightforward but non-clingy way. The guy answers "Ehh, ok, well, yes, well, if you up for it, you can maybe come around for group sex?".

Ok, generalizations and stereotypes are never fair, I should know, being a Swedish woman. But still. Funny though, I don´t think I ever heard anything else but this kind of views on the Aussies. Apart from Charlies long term ex, but there has to be an exception to prove the rule I guess.

And about my cheeky Kangaroo, no big news. We emailed the other day and said we would speak when came back to town from Brussels where I was up until yesterday. Well, I am certainly NOT calling him. To improve the reputation of his fellow country men, I think he should call me this afternoon and say he has arranged this super-date for Saturday and pick me up in a fancy car with an enormous bunch of flowers. And take me to a super concert and then to dinner in a cool but fancy resto. Alternatively book a hotel in a beautiful countryside hotel.

As a minimum.