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I have been trying endlessly to publish the previous post from Word 2007 to blogger directly but I’ve failed. I hate it when I set out to do something and it doesn’t work out. I really should get Windows 2010 because from the research I did, there’s a better Word-blogger relationship. I can’t do cool stuff like strike-throughs. They disappear when I copy-paste. Need Windows 2010!!

Now, I told you I would give you details of the date.

Of course I was late :-) I didn’t want to appear too eager but was within the 15 minute range that is acceptable.

We were to meet at Dorman’s. I couldn’t pick him out from the crowd that was there so I called and traced him. I casually approached the table where he had sat. No, he did not stand up to greet me and I actually had to extend my hand out to greet him. This might not sound like a big deal but it is. Even in a normal situation, when greeting someone, your arm’s projection should be equal to the other party’s. There should be some kind of equality which should only be disregarded if you’re not too enthusiastic about the other person.

Back to the story.

I sat down. He’d already had a cup of coffee by the time I got there so we kind of just went into it. Talking, that is. It was about 15 minutes before he called one of the waitresses to get my order. I got a cappuccino with a nice chocolate love heart. At least he was kind to the waitress. I can’t stand people who are rude to those they perceive to be lower than them.

Then we talked and talked and talked. Mostly about our careers then into relationships. You know, what we would like in a partner…. I assume you know how that part goes. It was a pretty solid conversation. At least he brought to reality the many chats we’ve had. However, I did not fail to notice how he kept looking down at my twins. At least I know the new bra did the job but seriously?

The date went on to about 1815hrs. Of course I rejected his offer to drop me home. He’s still a stranger and Ma told me never to get into a stranger’s car. He walked me to the stage, demanded a hug and I got into a bus. On the way home, he sent me a text thanking me for honouring the date. Do I appear that rude? If I don’t want to meet you, I won’t.

Somewhere in the conversation he told me I have sexy eyes. I’m aware of this. He’d also told me that there was more he wanted to say but he would text or tweet it to me. I tried to get it out of him and failed. When I got home I got this text from him:-

‘This may sound lewd but since I already told you I find you sexy, lemi (sp) break it down. It’s your eyes, lips and bust that kill!’

What the fuck! I replied an awkward thank you and told him that those sentiments were highly unexpected. Reply:-

‘The thing about getting to 30 b4 u get maried (sp) is u get to be very particular abt (unnecessary shortening) what u want in a partner. N when you meet some1 with those qualities, which is rare, attraction is imediate (sp). I found that in you.’

My open mind is going back to being closed! I know men are visual creatures but really? My qualities are my titties and my eyes? What happened to my sense of humour (which I used generously), my ambition, my ability to have an across the board conversation, my obvious intellect? Where did they go? Has the dating scene changed this much that all that matters is my appearance? That is so shallow!

He expects a second date within the week. Riiiiiight.... all the best with that!

Masha.

Date Sunday

It’s 1230hrs. A nice and bright Sunday afternoon. I’ve been reading ever since I woke up at 0700hrs and now on my twitter/blog break. It’s been going well, the reading; refreshed my law of Contract and next up is the law of torts.

At 1600hrs, I’ll be on a date at Karen Crossroads. Yikes! I don’t remember how to this! It’s been how long….? Close to four years since I last went out on a date with a random guy. I don’t have a clue how it’ll go. And what will I wear?! I went shopping for bras yesterday so at least the girls will be nice and perky :-)

So this guy… I won’t tell you how we met but I will tell you how the date will go. I’ve only spoken to him on phone, never met before. He sounds….. *searching files for polite word. Polite word not found*…. Bleh! He sounds old, for starters. And he has the strongest Kikuyu accent ever! He sounds good on chat though. He gets my jokes (very many people do not get my sense of humour) and we have good conversations. He seems to be totally besotted by me (who isn’t?) and seems to have reached a conclusion that there might be something more from the meet up. I don’t think so.

My sister keeps telling me to keep an open mind. Accordingly, that’s what I’m trying to do by going on this date. Did I tell you that her new prayer item is for me to get a boyfriend? Also, after thanking Ma for sponsoring the purchase of the new (very expensive) bras, she says, ‘Now I want you to get a good boyfriend’! LOL!! She’s exceptional!

Mentally going through my wardrobe looking for an outfit…… Even though I know nothing will come out of this date (maybe I should stop calling it a date then) I will not justify it by not looking my finest. Hopefully the sun will carry on shining so my white linen cut-offs and purple top will suffice. Yes. Plus gold trimmings. Sigh! Dressing up for a disappointment. Oh well, here goes nothing.
He just called to confirm the date. Isn’t this an apt time for FML? No? Ok.

Masha.

Note: there’s a significant time difference from when this post was written and when it was posted.

Ish Ish Day

*Please don't take a picture! It's been a bad day*

One of those days when being a girl sucks. I must be ovulating because I do not understand the mood swings I'm having today. On top of that, I haven't read a thing today. I just cannot concentrate. I'm restless! I have cleaned my house and spread my bed in all of 115 minutes and now I'm stuck!

*SCREAM*

I hate, hate, hate this! Plus I think I'm getting pre-exam jitters! I never get those! I'm usually so sure of myself. maybe it's because this a panel like I've never faced before. Then again, that's not it.

FUCK THIS SHIT!!

Tried listening to my favorite music but that's not helping not helping at all (insert 'jack shit' instead!). This is the time I need to indulge in the greasiest fries and fanta orange! And all flavours of Urban Bitez!

Thank God for the retail therapy I will indulge in tomorrow and a date to look forward to on Sunday... Though I'm not so eager about it, the date, that is.

6th July can't get here any quicker so that I'm done with the exam and just bum. Can you believe it'll be only 10 minutes? 10 minutes for me to be stripped off my dignity. FML!

A very moody Masha.