I blame Breakfast at Tiffany’s for the whole sordid mess; the bit at the end where the male lead looks at Audrey Hepburn and declares “People do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” It was Breakfast at Tiffany’s that convinced me to make romantic love my urgent mission.
Hence, I’m sitting at my MacBook staring at ‘The Headwall’s’ profile and just quietly, I’m excited! According to his profile ‘The Headwall’ is tall (6 foot 4!), athletic and has blue eyes and blonde hair. He enjoys skiing and outdoor adventure activities and wants to meet the woman of his dreams. But best of all, he is American, residing in New York City – the exact place I would love to live!
‘The Headwall’ (real name Tom) is also a member of the global internet dating site I have decided to join and has sent me a note asking if I would like to converse. And after browsing through his profile and studying his photos I decide yes, this is definitely someone I would like to get to know. Admittedly, Tom isn’t what I would usually consider my ‘type’, but then I reason, it’s my ‘type’ that has led me here in the first place.
I was in my early thirties and Breakfast at Tiffany’s had really hit a nerve; I was a successful woman of the world, and yet seemingly incapable of carrying out a long term functional relationship. After one devastating break up and subsequent years of dead end first dates with what felt like the entire population of Sydney I was becoming increasingly disillusioned and wondered if I would ever find my ‘One’. Australia was fast becoming a nation of She Men and I just wasn’t prepared to be in a relationship with anyone who was hairless or spent more time shopping for clothes than me.