The night Tyler and I started talking via the lust-fuelled application, Tinder, he suggested I come out to his bach in Pukehina Beach and have a few drinks with him and his brother.
I politely, but quickly, declined.
No way was I going to drive an hour down the line into the realm of two hot-blooded young men who just wanted to hit on me, and who knows what else.
Despite my reservations, the Tinder banter continued and he suggested I went out the following afternoon instead ... in the day light.
Daylight? ... So I did.
I arrived in time to see Tyler mowing the lawn to "prepare the greens"for a session of croquet. A surprise.
His brother and a friend were drinking red wine in the golden afternoon sunlight and seemed harmless enough so I joined them for a wine. Or two.
The three of them were interesting characters and I can honestly say genuine laughter was shared throughout the afternoon.
We turned all "hunter-gatherer"and put out a flounder net out in hopes of catching some dinner.
This was followed by a bizarre movie-like scene in which we got into a round of civilised sunset croquet and a delicious barbecue of ... not-flounder.
But all good things must come to an end as most of us desperate and dateless know, so by 9pm I had decided to was time to drive back to reality.
This was despite being invited to spend the night.
Surprising myself, Tyler and I ended up catching up a few more times in the following week but it wasn't until after he left that the gentleman-like charm began to unravel.
His true colors emerged later when he text offering to put a smile on my face the next time he was in the Bay.
Look buddy, I don't think there will be a next time.
So that's it for me and that salt-water flounder. Stay tuned for my fresh-water escapades.
