Single in Sydney: Sarah turns to the Airtasker app to find a man
THIS week Sarah takes inspiration from a friend who outsourced a man. But is the Airtasker app really the best place to find a man who is more than just handy?
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JOURNALIST Sarah Swain has been single for longer than she cares to remember. So to bring hope to others she’s sharing her no-holds-barred adventures every week.
OUT SOURCING A MAN
One of my pals has found a man online.
Not on match.com or zoosk or tinder or Imgettingdesperate.com or whatever.
Nope. On Airtasker.
Yes, she’s taken hiring a husband to a whole new level.
If you don’t know, Airtasker’s a very handy site where you put a call out for help to complete your ‘task’ eg building your Ikea furniture, and people will tell you what price they’ll do it for, before turning up at your house, allen key in hand.
When they’ve done it, you pay them via the website, which carries the slogan Get More Done.
My pal is now getting quite a bit more done by the guy she hired to help her move house.
I mean, it was a rather understated message she sent me on Facebook to announce this unlikely love match.
“I had a surprisingly lovely night,” she said. “The beautiful man who packed my house for me somehow ended up in my bed last night. He’s from Morocco and I decided to pretend I was in The English Patient.”
And while she said he’s quite amazing, as they both come from very different cultures it’s not going to be a lasting relationship.
He’s also about a decade younger than her.
But she said he offers far more than any Aussie bloke, from thinking she’s quite incredible (she is) to turning up when he says he will, in a freshly ironed shirt, after driving from across the city.
“He said the first thing he thought when he saw me is ‘Why is she alone?’” she wrote.
“He couldn’t work it out. Still can’t.
“My hair was mad. I had no make up on. I was having an anxiety attack and yet still he wondered,” she messaged.
Well, what a refreshing change from the unanswered Bumble messages, cancelled dates and snubbed attempts to make chat at the bar, I keep getting.
Ironically, I used Airtasker too last week, when my wardrobe rail buckled under the weight of the 534 dresses I own and they all careered to the floor.
Right on top of Prince Harry (the cat) who was reclining on the top of a storage box in there at the time.
He was silently buried under a ton of cotton and polyester.
(He was fine, though emerged blinking, into the light when I rummaged under the mound to locate him).
And while my Airtasker man who answered my call to fix it was excellent with his tools, I didn’t want to sleep with him.
He also attached my TV to the wall in my bedroom while he was there, something I’ve been meaning to do since 2014.
And as I turned it on, on Saturday night, I felt a bit sad.
Because it means yet another of my friends has found a man (however temporarily).
And I’m sleeping alongside Prince Harry, who has decided to start settling on the pillow next to me, like a cat husband.
Still. I found something on telly to make me feel better.
Sex and the City.
And while it might have turned out all right for Carrie et al in the end, it was one of the episodes around the third series, when Carrie dates the politician who wants her to wee on him, Samantha’s going out with a guy who comes up to her belly button, Miranda’s just met Steve but doesn’t like him all that much and Charlotte’s seemingly not dating anybody.
And I remembered I’m not the only one waiting for somebody to answer my call.