Rebound Sorbet

While recently perusing the bookshelves of North Sydney library in my lunchbreak, I stumbled upon a book entitled 'The Between Boyfriends Book,' written by a woman who has also written screenplays for Sex and the City. Though I only got a quick flick, I picked up some real gems from this bright pink paperback, so I would highly recommend it to anyone who, like me, is "between boyfriends." (Cringe) Or to anyone who just needs a laugh.

A particularly entertaining read was the chapter describing the 'rebound sorbet' - the sweet, no-strings attached hook-up with a man post-breakup (not to be confused with a rebound RELATIONSHIP, which is never a good idea). The 'rebound sorbet' is a palate-cleanser, if you will; because, as the author so correctly puts it: 'You don't want your ex to be the last person you kissed.'

For me, this palate cleanser was Will, the British traveller. A month or two after fleeing Christchurch, I was feeling particularly forlorn and single, which stung even more in such a romantic city. Waterfront? Check. Fireworks at Darling Harbour? Check. Sunshine and beaches? Check. Boyfriend? Sadly no. My long-suffering flatmate finally declared: 'We are going out tonight and we are finding you a man to pash!' Though I felt a little like a 14 year old going to a school dance, I was also excited at the prospect of 'moving on.'

The alcohol consumed may have contributed to this excitement and lack of inhibition; neverthless, my clever flatmate spied just the man for me in Soho, a crowded nightclub. He was English, he was tanned, he was fresh from a Thailand trip (so likely to be a little wild), he called me 'Madam,' he was only in Sydney for a week - perfect.

Any memorable rebound sorbet stories out there? Though mine was perhaps not the most crazy or exciting palate-cleanser story, for me this was a big step (and a fun one). All in all, the night was just like a strawberry sorbet - sweet, light, satisfying, and with no sour after-taste.