I took them stilettos off and legged it leaving a trail of dust
Having been single for a considerable number of years and no seeming prospects on the horizon I gave in sometime this week to friends who insisted I need to put myself out more. So they set me up on a date. I was rather non committal to the whole thing because I am old school when it comes to dating. I want the courting, the flowers, teddy bears and silly poems; you know the kind young boys did before we hit the dreaded 3+ range you know. So anyway me being me I thought ok I will look good as usual, though I don’t wear makeup, I think I am naturally black and beautiful with skin to die for.
Mistake number one I made, I went on a blind date without an exit strategy, and 2) wore them stilettos in the rain.
So anywho when I got to the pre-arranged place ( very public place of course) with no access to cars, in case the guy was a nutter and wanted to kidnap me( this on account of my being a huge CSI follower). The brother looked mighty fine and I knew he worked in a respectable trade. He obviously hadn’t planned on where to take me for the date, so I chose my favourite place, though I hardly go there because the meals are expensive and I really can’t afford to dine in there. So this is the place where you pay first before dining. Clue (the guy did not want to go order so as not to pay) but I thought hey I missed watching The Big Bang Theory to come out so you better order.
Anyway here is how the conversation went 10 minutes into the date. Guy compliments girl and goes straight into future plans of how he loves me, my skin and the fact that I am so focused and a strong lady. He would like to have two children with me, a boy and a girl. Also could he stay at my place for a while because he is in a relationship with an older woman who is abusive to him?
Reply from me, I took off my stilettos and legged it. I thought sweet chariot carry me home. Heels and handbag in one hand, hair flying with the wind I ran for my life.
When I got home I kind of reflected on the kind of men I have met and am beginning to think I must have missed a class in school about understanding men and dating, because nothing has ever made me flee but yesterday I found the Usain Bolt within me. This week I think I will share my dates ranging from the box of chocolate from poundland for birthday to some more amazing stuff. As for now this dating thing ummmm, don’t know how others do it, I am staying put in my shell