Single in Sydney: Sarah dates an electrician but does that mean there is spark?

THIS week Sarah finds an electrician willing to go vego for her — but when he finally locates the restaurant, will there be any spark? Well, there was definitely awkward stroking.

Sarah met an electrician — but was there any spark? I think you know the answer to that. Picture: Adam Yip

• Sarah and the other blonde Sarah
• Sarah gets a second date flashback

SO, I went on a second date.

As I told you last week, I was hoping this one would be better than the second date when the bloke told the restaurant it was our one year anniversary to get free Champagne.

Thankfully, this bloke wasn’t a freeloader — and he even took me to a vegetarian restaurant.

Yes, he was willing to forge a juicy steak for five courses of the likes of eggplant, corn and black garlic, young carrots with goats cheese and macadamia and blood plum sorbet with toasted buckwheat and wattle curd.

Raw radish, Japanese turnips and fennel butter from Yellow Restaurant in Potts Point. Could you go veggie for me? Picture: John Fotiadis.

That was, however, after he actually managed to find me at the bar he’d suggested we meet first.

Fair enough, it didn’t really have a sign, but as I sat with my wine looking out of the open front, I saw him fast-walk past anxiously, not even looking up from his phone.

I texted him: “you just walked past!”

And about a minute later he went past again, jogging, with an anxious expression. In the opposite direction.

This is an unrelated photo of a dog wearing glasses that we usually pull out for stories about dogs accidentally getting stoned. Glasses can make even the nerdiest dogs — like this one is, world class nerd dog — cool.

Again, he totally failed to notice the noisy throngs spilling out of his chosen venue.

I mean he should have been able to see it, because unlike on five of his six pictures on his internet dating profile, he actually wore glasses.

I thought that was a bit misleading when he told me later. I mean if you wear glasses, be proud!

He’d also altered his age by three years, but I knew that from the beginning so I can’t really blame him for that one.

Maybe I can create a spark? The red goes with the black, right? The date is a complete short circuit. Picture: Adam Yip

Anyway, he found me in the end. And we had a delish meal. There was just something missing.

And it wasn’t the meat.

He might have been an electrician, but there was just no spark.

I mean after our first date I’d thought he was nice, but when you get to a second date you usually want to see if you have even the tiniest hint of SOMETHING resembling attraction.

Vaccinations are certainly not an argument to get into on a second date. Unless somehow you can be vaccinated against awkward second dates.

Things got worse when I enthused about an amazing TV program I’d just watched on British TV about a drug trial which went wrong.

He responded by saying he wouldn’t let his kids have “all them vaccinations.”

Oh god, was he an anti-vaxxer? I did not want to get into that, and changed the subject.

He’s horny, horny, horny, horny CRINGE.

And when he suggested a drink afterwards, I agreed — after all he’d gone vego for me. Attraction can come right? And I need to give people a chance.

Then, as we sipped on our wine, he put his hand on my leg. And started stroking it.

I mean it was a little cringe, considering I wasn’t really into him.

See how small quinoa grains are? That’s how much Sarah fancied old mate after the awkward leg touching. But after the more awkward apology text about the leg touching, poof that was gone too. She really needs more of a pumpkin-sized level of fanciability. Picture: AFP Photo/Aizar Raldes

But but not as cringe as the text he sent me the next day (we’d departed, separately).

It said: “Sorry if I was a bit much touching your leg?! I think a few beers made me a little horny (smiley face).”

And with that the tiniest, quinoa-sized grain of fanciability he’d had left, was swiped away.

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Happy Easter, from these lions, by the way. Picture: Nicole Garmston