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TWO: Life’s Lens, Photography, Music & My Heart.

Posted by Stef on Aug 15, 2010 in Date diary - Stephanie

It’s been a month and a day since you last heard from me. I am hoping that you’ve missed me! With 100 Dates, things have been quite quiet, and when things aren’t working or quiet and I need something done, I end up getting frustrated and doing things myself. This date was one of them. Technically it was an unofficial date, however since it’s a date nonetheless I figured it would be good for you all to read about it. I had a date last night, and this is it’s story…

I first got in touch with Life’s Lens when I saw his profile on a dating site and was extremely intrigued as it was all written in Japanese. I was curious. I had to know why. I messaged him, and then the ball started rolling. I got to write and talk about things that I rarely speak of to any of my friends. Things that have been eating me up inside that he had experience in, and that he could relate to. We ended up after a while chatting on the phone, and they were all very deep, long and thoughtful conversations about life, dreams, and the world. A few days later we had decided to meet up, as in that way it would save both of our wallets with phone bills, and it would be good to talk to each other in person.

Even though I had a big day yesterday doing photoshoots for my upcoming “Where in Melbourne is Carmen Sandiego?” event, and being in the city from 2pm I still agreed to meet Life’s Lens in the city in the evening. I was nervous as hell, I kept asking my friends if it were possible to fake my death so I wouldn’t have to attend. They all just laughed at me and told me, “Yes Stef, just tweet saying, ‘I’m dead.’ then you’ll be right.” Of course, if I tried that, it wouldn’t work. I guess I was just stressed out and nervous. I actually think a lot, and because I think too much sometimes, I end up making situations worse for myself in my head.

I was kept in the company of my lovely friend Lady in Hat to pass the time until Life’s Lens arrived. I felt like a baton or torch that was being passed around, but in a good way! When Lady in Hat met Life’s Lens briefly, and knew I was safe, she finally went home to leave me on my date shouting at me, “I hope you have fun tonight!” then dashing off to the train station.

Throughout the night, my nerves faded into an oblivion. I did notice myself fidgeting a lot, but the more, and more Life’s Lens and I talked, the more comfortable I became. Life’s Lens I’m sure was quite nervous too, but perhaps he had a better way of hiding it compared to Little-Miss-Expressive, me.

Life’s Lens is a very interesting soul. He spoke passionately about his travels, about life, about photography, and of music. I was starting to see a strange pattern. I recalled the lovely Wordsmith from my first date talking about living in Japan for a while. It turns out Life’s Lens did the same, but he lived in Japan for 5 years, and was an event organiser, and DJ by night. These days by day he studies Law at university. It was really refreshing to hear such a driven soul that thrived on aspirations as well. A lot of my concerns, my complaints, and my thoughts that I shared; he understood where I was coming from. One of his comments was that, “It’s never too late to go back to study.” and I really like how he said that. I agree. Maybe I should study something too again? I haven’t been back to study anything since I finished high school. I mean, I did do some Japanese language short courses, but nothing else besides that.

We ate at a Thai restaurant, and I voiced how I was absolutely boring when it comes to food. I am horribly unadventurous, and I can’t cook to save my life. This didn’t bother Life’s Lens in the slightest bit. Whilst we ate, he handed me his DSLR camera to play with since I had stated to him how much I have loved photography, but have never taken a step forward to use and purchase a DSLR even though so many people have encouraged me to do so to nurture my photography. Maybe I should?

After we both had our dinner at the Thai restaurant, we ended up going to a lovely little restaurant-bar that had a Middle Eastern design and feel. At first when he decided to take me to a bar, telling me he’d like to take me to a place I had never been before, I freaked out. Because Life’s Lens is a DJ, I feared he’d throw me into the dark hole of bad dancing, and doof-doof music. But this was not the case. So of course, when I discovered how pleasant this particular restaurant-bar was, I secretly sighed with relief!!

When Life’s Lens described his life in Japan, DJing at the biggest venues, and living the dream, I was surprised and had to ask, “Well then, how come you came back? Why are you here?” He explained to me that he realized he had never done a degree, and wanted to add it to his achievements list. The way that Life’s Lens spoke about his life, about his experiences and his dreams, I was so attentive and could not look away. It’s very rare to meet people who speak so passionately about such things, and yet still can have a level head about the world. I liked that a lot. I could relate with the love for music as I mentioned to him that I enjoyed singing and songwriting, although he never heard me sing at all during the date.

Because Life’s Lens is originally from Adelaide, and lived in Japan for 5 years, he is actually quite a newbie when it comes to Melbourne having only been here for six months. I had to ask, “Have you ever been to the Shrine of Rememberance?” He had no idea what I was talking about, so I decided since he had his DSLR camera to walk on down to the shrine to show him. He asked me a couple of times, “Where are we going!?” But I told him, “Just trust me!” When we reached the shrine, of course Life’s Lens was amazed. I stated to Life’s Lens, “This is one of my most favourite places in the world.” He dropped a comment that, “Okay, so if we get separated like a Hollywood movie, we can always meet back here in a year at midnight.” It was so random and unexpected that I laughed in surprise, and then tried to think of what movie he was referring to. I asked but he told me that it pretty much was every Hollywood movie. {Of course later on on the way home I realised he was describing, “An Affair to Remember” but anyhow…!}

Life’s Lens ended up running around happily snapping photos with his camera whilst I walked around and enjoyed the quiet moments, and the view of Melbourne city. It didn’t bother me that he zig-zagged everywhere taking photos. I was quite happy that he was in his element. I get like that too when something is exciting and inspires me.

I didn’t realize how late it was until I checked the time. It was 11:30pm when I finally checked my phone, and I had been in the city since 2pm. I was exhausted. I told Life’s Lens that it was time for me to head home. I checked for the next two trains, and stated that I wouldn’t mind catching the second one. But whilst we left and were walking back from the shrine, he received a phone call from a friend asking to come meet at a bar somewhere. Life’s Lens asked me if I wanted to come, but by that point I felt like I was running on emergency power. I was exhausted, and felt it was time for me to head home. Surprised by my response he said to me, “Don’t think you have to leave or be rushed to go just because I received a telephone call. I can’t really control who calls me!” To be honest, yes I was leaving because of the phone call, but it was also because I had a long day and needed rest. I told him the truth, and I’m glad he didn’t take offense to it.

Life’s Lens ended up walking with me to the train station to send me off. Even though our conversations flowed and were really enthralling, there is never an easy way to say goodbye. Even though I had given Life’s Lens an awkward hug, I could tell that he wanted to speak to me more. I liked how he did most of the talking this time around with my dates. I really dislike having to speak all the time. I may be a woman of many words, but I enjoy listening too. Before I jumped on the train he told me, “It’s funny how we’re both from the same world, organising events, running around doing things, but when we hung out, it was just a nice quiet time. Let me know if ever you want to have a nice conversation and a calm quiet night again, okay? I would like to see you again. It’s really refreshing speaking to someone like you. I still need to get used to your sense of humour though.” In response I replied tapping my chest with my left hand’s knuckles as if to indicate I was real, and not hollow, “I may be little, and a bit strange, but there’s a big heart in here.” before I disappeared from his sight.

I wasn’t even halfway home when I received a text from him saying, “It was good to meet you. I feel I need more time to talk to you though! :p” When I read this text, I laughed aloud on the train back home, as I knew this was the case when I turned around and jumped on my train.

Overall, it was a good night. I was surprised I became so awkward, and fidgeted a lot, but I guess that’s what happens when you think too much, and you leave the date to someone else to take charge of. Besides me taking Life’s Lens to the shrine, I wasn’t really in charge of anything else that night which probably fueled my awkwardness and nervousness. Did you think it sounded like it went well? By the time I got home, I was exhausted, so please forgive me for only writing the day after!!

That’s all from me for now, I hope you enjoyed my entry, and I’m looking forward to my next date.

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ONE: The Wordsmith, Melbourne Hearts, & My Soul.

Posted by Stef on Jul 14, 2010 in Date diary - Stephanie

Come on, Hearts! Give me something to cheer about!

I first got in touch with Wordsmith after he tweeted me, then gave me his number and we started yacking on the phone for about 45 minutes before arranging to meet up for a nice cup of hot chocolate. At first when I read his message to me on Twitter before calling him, I thought to myself, “YES! This guy is definitely speaking my language!” because although other people’s source of “liquid life” is coffee, mine is definitely hot chocolate. I mean, who doesn’t like chocolate!?

After much tweeting, the hot chocolate date soon evolved and became a soccer game date, not that I was complaining. It just so happens that the night we were meant to meet, there was a match between Melbourne Hearts & Everton. It didn’t take much convincing. Wordsmith was told of the date idea, and the next thing I knew we had tickets and we were going! On the phone and on Twitter countless times, I had joked to Wordsmith that when we’d meet he’d better not ‘eat my soul‘. He promised me that he wouldn’t, but promises don’t really mean anything when you don’t really know the person that they’re coming from… right?

I had no idea that I was meant to attend a work meeting that same evening as my scheduled date. On the day when I was happily minding my own business, my assistant manager dropped the bomb saying that we had a work meeting that evening and I freaked. I knew I would get in trouble one way or a another, but decided that since the tickets had already been bought for the soccer game, that I might as well try to sneak away like a ninja to the date instead. Being very ‘un-ninja-like-ish‘, I went over to my manager and told him that I had a soccer date to attend to, of course he was disappointed in me, but I’ll probably feel the aftermath later.

After we had closed shop, I informed one of my work colleagues that I was not attending the meeting and rushed away over to the train station. I could see that my train only had 2 minutes left to arrive. “Shit!” I thought, but still tried to catch the train anyway. I dashed pass my bewildered friend who worked at the train gates. From a glimpse I could see he was both surprised and upset that I didn’t say hi whilst I made my way down to the train platform.

Thankfully I had caught my train, and an express train as well! After slightly changing my attire on the train {No, I didn’t strip on the train!} I was in the city in no time, and met Wordsmith not long after I had jumped off my train. “It’s so nice to finally meet you!” he had exclaimed to me, and for a second I had wondered to myself, “Why? What was he expecting? He seems awfully relieved…” I smiled, spoke some words back, and walked over the bridge with Wordsmith on our way to the stadium where the soccer match was being held. I guess we were too busy yacking away to even notice the merchandise stand that was on our path before the stadium; a place which we hunted for later when I realised that it was the only place that sold Melbourne Heart supporter scarves. Alas!

When we entered the stadium, I could tell it was clear that Wordsmith had never been to a soccer match before, or seen any sport live for that matter. He didn’t have to tell me he a single thing, I could tell by the way his eyes wandered around the stadium followed by his nervous smile. I liked how Wordsmith was willing all the same to go to a soccer match even though he didn’t know much about the sport. Whenever I’d ask him, “Are you following this?” he’d insist that he knew a bit from playing soccer on the computer games. I recall the people sitting next to Wordsmith glancing over at me strangely as if asking me telepathically, “What the hell is this guy doing here if he doesn’t follow the game?” I replied back silently with my stare thinking, “ME. He is here because of ME. Now stop staring!

Wordsmith was really quite lovely on our date. He wasn’t intimidating, was kind, quirky, and all smiles. Wordsmith turned out to be a clever young man who buried himself in the ‘publishing scene‘ for most of his days. I admired that. He also informed me that he had been working on a fiction novel. It sparked a common interest in me. I unearthed one of my story plots that I had written 80,000 words for, telling him of my idea and displaying my passion for writing as well. Truthfully, I had wanted in the past to have a fiction novel published one day, but it wasn’t really high on my list of dreams and priorities for me to do. Nevertheless, Wordsmith insisted I continue writing my story someday. Maybe he’s right? Maybe I should.

It was quite strange going to a soccer game as a date. I found myself talking a lot to Wordsmith, but having my eyes focus on the soccer field instead of looking at his face. I admit, this was a combination of focusing on the soccer match that we came to see, as well as being slightly bashful. I wonder if he noticed? I also hope he didn’t think I talked too much because I feel like that I did!

During the game I kept hoping for Melbourne Heart to score whilst often saying, “Come on, Hearts! Give me something to cheer about!” The scores ended up being 0 – 2 to Everton. In tennis “0” is said to be “love“. So I guess, “Love… Hearts?Yeah, I’m a goose. When Wordsmith and I spoke during the match, our conversations would often continue on to a completely different topic, and then continue again to another story. It became one story, after another, after another and when we realised how far we had gotten with our stories, it took us time to both backtrack and wonder how we got so far with our conversations. Thankfully for me, Wordsmith is clever and has a really good memory.

After the game, we went for a hot chocolate to keep to the offer that Wordsmith originally gave me. I sipped it happily whilst walking around the city with him. I’m glad we decided to walk around instead of taking a train or a tram; walking is one of my favourite past times and it definitely gave us more time to converse with each other. The more and more as the evening went, the more tired I became. I found myself yawning and rubbing my eyes more and more often throughout the night. It wasn’t so bad however, as I recall Wordsmith saying, “Tired is cute!” referring to me.

During our date, I had mentioned to Wordsmith that I didn’t date around a lot, if at all. He had asked me, “Why?” but somehow I avoided the question, definitely not deliberately. Before our date ended, Wordsmith repeated his question asking, “How come you don’t date around a lot?” My only response was, “Because I don’t think anyone would want to date me! I was actually freaking out that nobody would want to apply to see me on 100 Dates!” From Wordsmith‘s reaction, he honestly thought my thoughts were absurd.

Although Wordsmith and I had spent a few hours together, the time passed so quickly. Next thing I knew, I was departing and our date was ending. “I’d like to see you again.” he told me, and kissed me on the cheek before I jumped onto my bus to go home. I peeked through the window as I walked to my seat watching Wordsmith walk away. He didn’t turn his head to look back into the bus windows, and thankfully I was glad that he didn’t catch me staring at him, as that would’ve been weird.

I cradled my hot chocolate in my hands as the bus began to pull away from the city towards home. There I was, sitting on the bus happily with my promised hot chocolate, and with my soul still perfectly intact! I repeated Wordsmith‘s parting words in my head again. “I’d like to see you again.

When I finally got home, I texted Wordsmith to let him know that I got home safely, and thanked him for the lovely night. He replied me with, “I’m glad you got back home okay! Hope I’ll see you again soon, but now it’s time for us to get some rest!” I couldn’t agree more, and now after finally finishing typing up this entry, I think I shall.

Goodnight!

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