Single in Sydney: Sarah goes on a surprise date thanks to an internet giant, for Valentine’s Day

THIS week Single in Sydney’s Sarah lands a date for Valentine’s Day ... but is left gobsmacked by what old mate does.

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WITH a white tablecloth, vase of roses and champagne in an ice bucket, it couldn’t have been more romantic.

It was just a shame about the homeless man sitting behind us with his shopping trolley. And the tourist who plonked himself down at the neighbouring table with a Burger King.

Still, the Hawaiian ukulele band mostly drowned out his munching.

You see, I had a date on Valentine’s Day.

Airtasker founder Tim Fung had a date for Sarah ... well, not him.

And when you’ve picked yourself up from the floor, I can reveal this was the first date I’ve had on February 14 since Donald Trump was on The Apprentice.

Remember I told you how one of my friends found a man online? But not on a dating app — on the hire a handyman-type page, Airtasker.

And how he, er, did more than help her move house?

Well, the people at Airtasker read it — and said they wanted to surprise me on Valentine’s Day.

And I was kind of hoping for a cleaner to turn up to mop all the drifting cat hairs from my apartment.

But I got a man. And they’d found him on the site.

You can now find a date on Airtasker.

Apparently it’s not the first time either. Some girl from Adelaide advertised for a man to pose as her boyfriend at a family dinner.

He earned $50 and she avoided the usual accusations of being “too fussy”.

And so, on Tuesday, I had a lovely guy all dressed up in his Ben Sherman shirt, join me for canapés on Manly beachfront.

Airtasker even hired a caterer and two girls turned up with flowers and ukuleles to sing, too — all from the site of course.

It was amazing. Even if I didn’t think the guy was a match for me. And I was still buzzing when I headed into the city for the second part of my Valentine’s night.

After a brief interlude to put my Spanx on in the Circular Quay toilets I arrived at the Bellevue Hotel in Paddington with a male friend for roaming dinner party for Sydney Soiree’s singles party.

Everybody had to take a single pal of the opposite sex, so I couldn’t understand when there were only three blokes there when I arrived — one of whom I recognised from dating app Plenty Of Fish and tried to avoid — and about 20 women.

It seems not many folk had stuck to the rules like me.

Still. I soon got chatting to a cute guy eating an oyster.

He was so hungry, every time food went past he grabbed something — even if it wasn’t actually the party canape but on its way to diners.

He bought me a drink and we spent ages chatting. I bought him one back — and while he did take rather a long time coming back from the loo — I thought I might be in there.

He even showed me photos of his new furniture on his phone. It was all going well.

My gal pal messaged me: “Have you gone home with him?” when she couldn’t find me.

I hadn’t. And soon after she turned up to say hello his pals, a guy and a girl, arrived to crash the party.

And he walked off with them.I don’t mean he said: “See ya later,” and left. I don’t even mean he lifted his hand in a wave.

He simply WALKED OFF, leaving my friend and I open mouthed. He then proceeded to stand, in the middle of the bar, with his back to me.

I mean, even if he wasn’t interested he could have at least acknowledged the chat was over.

And why did he even bother talking to me for so long?

I was gobsmacked.

Anyway, by this time, it was getting late so I ordered an Uber home, annoyed.

But I smiled the next day when the male pal I’d taken, and who stayed later at the party, messaged me: “I accidentally spilt a drink on that bloke. Oops.”