I left Sweden early on in October 2015, I didn't have any money but thought that if I have enough to get to Australia and to live there for a month I could just work there instead of working in Sweden over the winter.
I ended up staying at hostels for a bit over a week. Around the clock partying and no job searching. I decided to move in with a couple of girls for 3weeks just to get my shit together. They had Monday-Friday jobs so that made me do useful things like looking for jobs and I also went for an interview the first week (got the job and started Monday after). That did me good, but Friday came along and the 4girls living in the apt. decided to go out. It was a good way to get to know each other. and to be honest that was what every weekend was about.
When partying at hostels it was about going to backpacker bars or drinking with people in the common areas. I had not yet really dressed up and gone clubbing or anything close to it either. Now my flatmates had real jobs and money, so no goon (cheap so called bib wine) and real clubs with entrance fees. We went to a place called El topo, I fell in love with the place straight away. I just wanted to dance and to good music, drink redbull-vodka and hang in the great-to-get-to-know-people smoking area. Girls said around 1.30 or 2.00 that they were leaving. In response I just said, ok bye bye, see you at home! Not that I did go home. I had too much fun to leave.
I saw this very good looking guy, you could tell straight away that he was bad. I loved it. He was wearing perfectly loose black jeans, white oversized tshirt and a snap back. I was instantly attracted to him. Walked up and said what was the first thing I could think of to get his attention. "It's written on your forehead, you're a douche bag" After that we were dancing and kept on partying for a bit. But, we lost each other. Never mind. They were closing so I went outside. I didn't wanna go home, I wanted to find an afterparty (Never knew when to finish up for the night..). However I was really, really drunk and did all the weird stuff I got going on when too much to drink. Same guy finds me again, puts me with him in a taxi, because as he put it "you're going to get into trouble". Referring to being a blonde, pretty and drunk foreigner without any idea of where I was.
Waking up a couple of hours later, still drunk. Had to ask. "What was your name again?" "James.."
I had got undressed into his bed and fell asleep. No kissing, no cuddles, and certainly not more than that. I passed out.
So being awake but still groggy I started (still note dressed) to stroll around. he lived in a granny flat. Walked out from his kitchen and to a corridor, leading to the rest of the house and into one of the bedrooms.
I found a guy sitting there in a tidy room on a made bed. He was writing something. I covered myself and said, "Hello, Im Elsa from Sweden!" He looked shocked and there was no more to it than that, James called my name and told me to get back to his granny flat. He was stressing out, having me there undressed. So he told me to put my dress on and we walked outside. He was living right on the water. I had no idea where I was or what suburb Cronulla was. North, west, south, absolutely no clue. Furthest I had been was to Waterloo, suburb I lived in 15min on the bus from central.
He asked me if I wanted to go out on the water on a jet-ski. I said yes without thinking and as it turned out, he had his own jet-ski. I didn't have any swimmers so he offered to buy me one. I had lost my bankcards earlier that week and didn't have much cash left so him offering to do that was so very luxurious and I remember thinking, why is he doing this, he doesn't even know me, and I was drunk and annoying last night.. Why question something that is going so well? Thought was dropped and instead I let him sweep me off my feet that beautiful day. I fell in love with the port hacking (the water leading out to the ocean) and really enjoyed my day. We decided that day (Saturday) to see each other again on the following Tuesday. I hadn't had any proper home cooked meals since I left Sweden and according to him he was extraordinary in the kitchen.
He dropped me off in the afternoon. I had another party with my flatmates and their friends to attend to and he did not feel like another big night. He drove me home and it took about 1 hour for us (and there I realized that he lived in the far south) I was struck by his very respectful manner generosity to someone he just met and walking inside I felt like a princess. What crazy 24hours it had been.
Our story has been a roller coaster so thought I could do pt. 1 and pt 2. stay tuned.