My Affair With A Mr. Gosling Look Alike- Part 1

Aren't I glad that I dressed up for what was meant to be only a couple of quiet drinks after work , I must have known I was about to meet the man of my dreams. Here is part 1 of my recount of last night...I'm still pinching myself! Enjoy.

Last night I travelled back in time to a 1920’s themed bar, Palmer & Co, sneakily located down an alleyway in Sydney’s CBD.  I’d been led to the secret location before by some suits eager to show my ladies and I a good time. Last night walking from Establishment (the adjacent not-so-discrete bar) I thought my memory had mistaken me when I was unable to find the entrance to the 1920s playground I remember so fondly. It was when we spotted a dapper young guy dressed in period attire that we knew we were on the right track. We handed him our identification and before we knew it we were being ushered down the stairs and into a bygone era with waitresses in flapper dresses and debonair bartenders in period apparel.

We immediately scanned the room for potential playmates, being a Thursday evening the sepia toned establishment was buzzing with businessmen and the occasional woman in corporate attire. As Queen L and Queen B had also just finished work they fit in perfectly, with the upper hand of being two of the youngest  and most attractive women present. We all know that I’m not a corporate girl, yet I fit in perfectly wearing my fitted white and tan dress with beige heels and freshly blow-dried hair. I was like a smart businesswoman with the advantage of having not been at work all day and donning a slightly smokier eye than acceptable in any regular office.

We each ordered a glass of bubbly and made our way to one of the only vacant tables at the back of the bar. As we sipped campaign from the fabulous ‘coupe’ style glasses we began to feel the heat of eyes wandering to our table. One man in particular instantly caught my attention…

He was sitting in the corner of the room with a small group of men and women, his profile strikingly resembled that of a famous actor. I immediately blushed as his eyes caught mine. The considerable amount of top shelf tequila I’d consumed at Establishment also started to take affect, generating warmth from the deepest part of my body. I quickly confided in the Queen L who was eye fucking a tall man in a grey suit. I wasn’t sure whether the guy I was playing peek a boo with was legitimately drop dead gorgeous or the alcohol had started to play its own type of game with me.

Both Queen L and Queen B snuck a glance at the sandy haired man, his lazy smile and cheeky eyes lighting up the dimly lit area him and his friends occupied. They soon became as excited as I was as they confirmed my wildest dreams…He looks like Ryan Gosling, Queen B gasped…and he’s look at you. We began to giggle like naughty school girls who’d stayed out past our curfew.

I began to get bored with the suits who would approach our table, each giving their best shot at impressing three girls who quite frankly had no interest in their money. A complimentary bottle of Moet later I was feeling confident enough to end this tension provoking game of glancing and eye lash batting between myself and Mr. Gosling lookalike.

To be continued...