Sunday, July 3, 2011

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.

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