The moniker Mr Honey Man in no way reflects on this guys appearance or voice. As far as I can remember he was average hight, average weight, normal voice octave and in no way distinctive in appearance. What got him the title was his obsession with Natural Organic Honey. His entire profile was dedicated to the production and preservation of Honey in Australia and just about every conversation we had either via instant messenger, e-mail or phone he mentioned his bees and his bee keeping to the point I thought he was an Apiarist (Bee Keeper). Turns out I was incorrect he was an Accountant which I only found out when we went on our first, last and only date.
We did the whole instant messenger and e-mail thing for a few weeks mainly because I was bouncing all over the country for work so physically going on a date was impossible. We then progressed onto talking on the phone and still the conversations mostly revolved around Bees and Honey and his upcoming road trip to move his bees to a forest location for the gum tree flower season.
Eventually it turned out we both had a sunday afternoon where neither of us had anything else to do so we agreed to meet up for coffee at my fav cafe in Williamstown (Victoria Australia). Finding each other wasn’t hard because for some odd reason the cafe had no one else in it. I’ll admit I looked at this guy and mentally went “ok what have I missed, his clothing tells me he’s not hurting financially but doesn’t buy new every season, his ability to hold a conversation although limited on topics other than bees & honey tells me he’s well educated and keeps up on world events, no obvious physical deformities so why at 40 is he still single”.
I soon discovered several things, for a start he was an accountant because his parents post boarding school had made him go to university and be an accountant like his dad, uncle, grandfather but he didn’t like his job he was way more passionate about bees and was an amateur Apiarist. No matter what we talked about he managed to link it back to something that was effecting bees (locally, nationally or internationally) and for the entire hour it took for this date he went on and on and on about how good organic honey was for you and how it was going to save the human race from all sickness etc. He even brought his own honey and he put honey on everything on his plat as well as in his water and his coffee. He seemed a little disappointed that I only wanted to add his organic honey to my coffee and that I asked if it was likely to have any Royal Jelly in it as that will trigger my asthma to play up. The comment about Royal Jelly set him off on a rant about how it was a myth that it could make people sick and I shouldn’t listen to the medial profession about my health I should only see a Naturopath, I just smiled politely and said nothing.
What I was thinking was “ummmhmmmm I’m seeing why he’s still single wonder whats’s the easiest and least painful way to to tell him I’d rather chew my own arm off than go on anther date with him.” As it turned out I didn’t have to think of a nice way of telling him I thought we might be a tad incompatible because the next day he sent me an e-mail telling me he didn’t want to see me again as I didn’t seem to share the same passion about organic honey and saving the bees as he did.