8PM - I am looking too fabulous for the place. I walk to the bar and ask for a Vodka. Withing minutes, he appears. He looks good enough to eat. I will wait.
8.30pm - He is easy to talk to. We order our meal. I laugh lightly. He touches me. I am impressed. Made mental note to thank Eileen.
9.30pm - We are having creme brulee. And he starts acting up. He begins to probe. He starts innocently and then begins to get insistent. I stop flirting when he started asking me about children. Children? The questions get bizzarre. He wants to know if i like housework. Excuse me, but should i start sending out my CV.
9.45pm - I am bored. And the exciting man is starting to get to me. I light a cigarette. I inhale and he begins to change right before my eyes. What seemed incredibly interesting earlier just evaporated. Now there is this pesky insect sitting here with me. I am not pleased. I put out the cigarette to hear him rattle something about ciggies and how bad it is. I just glared at him and waved my talons at him, dismissing him. I stood up and was ready to leave. He muttered something about coffee. Coffee? couldn't he tell? I mean I was already making him feel like some sort of bug and he still wasn't getting it. "Are you done?," I asked him. He was stunned. I continued. "Just to let you know, this is casual date. What's with the questions and expectations? I like a man with a point. But really there's such a thing a finesse. I don't think this is going anywhere." I smile and leave.
10.45pm - I get into the first cab and head on home. As I reach home, my mobile rings. It is my ex. He's just called to see if I am fine. "I am fine, I went out and tried a date. That's good, I am happy to hear that."
July 17> Eileen calls. She's genuinely disappointed. I spend the day at the florists. Flowers make me happy. I will have an entire bucket of roses. Ooh and no more Mr. Fix-ups for me.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
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