If Glenn was Mr Big, this guy was my Alexander Petrovsky (Sex in the City reference). We were from two different generations and worlds. He was Gucci and Channel and I was Gap and Abercombie. Our date began at a cute little bistro in Elizabeth Bay. It was so sophisticated, we were not asked for drinks but for the type of coffee we wanted. I actually wanted to drink a smoothie but instead opted for a more sophisticated flat white a la soy. He has a latte a la French. We have so much in common. I feel like I can learn a lot from Herny. We ended up at his place talking about travelling, cooking (or my lack of), men and history. He then did something few men have ever done to me…he actually wooed me. Wine, flirting, and courting. Then he asked me to take a bath with him? Excuse moi? I had never actually truly experience romance or Belgium romance. Let’s face it, romance in Sydney occurs if a guy actually takes his shoes off before you jump in bed.