As a reference to my previous post, the Tall One and I agreed to meet up Saturday. I did inquire about where and what time to which he replied that he will confirm Saturday. I knew from that the game was forfeited there and then and I have not heard a peep from him since. I proceeded to spend the weekend the best way possible, DVD's my own bed and cold white wine with snacks without interruptions.
The carrier of the Y-chromosome never changes and I realised that nothing will change my mind about it and I will happily continue my lovely single existence with my good friends and no stupid complications.
How ever, I would like to dedicate this B-side of the 1986 Spitting Image Chicken Song called I've Never Met a Nice South African to the Tall One as he is from Pretoria. It was...err....not a lot so can't even say nice.
2 comments:
Loved the dating story. Sooooo similar to some of my own and like you I'm pretty adverse to the bullshit!! The only things missing from your alternative solution (dvd's, own bed, uninterrupted snacks etc)was hanging out with friends and your animals. ;-)) Soooo much more fulfilling than some random, rude guy who doesn't even bother to call and let you know. But good on you for getting out there again. :-) Steph
Hi ya Steph,
That was my ONLY attempt of getting out there, unless the dreamy George Clooney asks ;)
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