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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.