Will we ever have an enduring peace on the blogs? Ever since I can remember there had always been some tussling going on somewhere. If they were fighting about girlfriends and boyfriends I could understand; this is a dating site but they’re fighting about politics, religion and every thing else. I have not been on other dating sites and I wonder if it goes the same there. I wonder if there are so many rude people elsewhere; or is it endemic to The Internet? A friend told me the other day that there are so many bloggers that he avoids for some reason or another and if it continues at this trend he’d soon run out of blogs to comment on.
What a disaster my Valentine date turned out to be. I met him last Saturday at the Laundromat. I have seen him many times before but this was the first time we spoke. He seemed kind enough and we had a good conversation while we waited for our laundry to be done. My son was using my car and he was supposed to fetch me but he did not show up and the kind man offered me a ride home. He was not a complete stranger and I felt obliged to invite him for tea. During that time a friend phoned and asked if I want to go with them to the beach the next day. He said it’s okay to bring a friend along. I asked my new beau if he wished to accompany me. He agreed and left shortly afterwards. He arrived promptly on time the next day and we travelled in his car to my friend's place where we all piled in my friend's car and off to the beach we went. The day went fine but I caught his eyes on my boobs too often. My friend's girlfriend also got more than her share of gawking. The two of them only had eyes for each other and did not notice it. Otherwise the day went in a pleasant way and we had sundowners at my friend's place before we went home. He walked me to my door like a gentleman end squeezed in a kiss on my lips, which I allowed if only to thank him for the day.
I did not hear from him until Wednesday morning when he asked me to be his date that night. I don’t like him that much, he did not have a table booked and I did not think that Valentine is a suitable event for a first date; therefore I declined. Cattie told me to rethink it and I called my beau to set up the date. He must have phoned around because by late afternoon he managed to secure a table for two because of a late cancellation. Ten out of ten for that. Sadly the greatness ended there.
He did not have petrol in his car. No problem, we can use mine. I planned to pay half the bill and made sure I took enough with me. He undressed every woman in the place with his eyes, flirted with the waitress and all he could talk about was his ex-girlfriends. He said that he did not like the guy whom we went to the beach with though his girlfriend was ok. I told him that he should have spoken earlier; we could have swapped partners. Cattie would have obliged but this a**hole did not know that. When the bill arrived he discretely told me that he was R50 short. I ordered very conservatively and my share of the bill was much less than his share but I gave him half the money and left a tip on the table. The poor girl gave us good service in spite of the unwanted advances he made towards her. He had the guts to tell me that it was not needed as her service was ‘not up to standard’.
When I delivered him at his home, matie wanted to come home with me to ‘chill a bit more on such a romantic evening'. Is the man crazy to believe that he was going to get a Valentine’s nookie after a disappointing evening? Not that he would have gotten something otherwise. It was not on the agenda.
Friday night and here I sit at home. All alone! My daughter has gone out and none of my normal hang out spots are unavailable tonight. They all have gone out or are occupied otherwise. I did not feel like keeping big brother and his wife company. They offered to take me eating out with them. I thought about it for a while but decided against it. I’m not about to sit there counting my toes in a restaurant all night while they coo at each other. If they went dancing I would have gone along. I love dancing.
I have a date for next Saturday night. No, cancel that. It is not a real date. An old friend asked me to go eating out with him. He’s fun to be with although it always leads to nothing. He’s such a wet blanket! I want to get laid but not by a stranger. I don’t know why I always burn the bridges behind me. It makes it so hard to call one of the old flames. It feels like crawling after the way we parted. I cannot part from a lover in civilised way. Why do I always have to take a cheater for a lover?
Now, I have my feet in slippers, got my gin in the tonic, and a fish in the oven. I wonder who caught this one; Cattie or my brother? All that is short is a salad and a shower. I’ll get to that soon.
I was born in the same hospital within hours of my best friend. When we were three or four months old we were both entrusted to our eldest brothers who were, and still are, best friends. From what I understand, this was a duty that they performed with admirable enthusiasm. They were eight at the time. They pushed us around in our prams, wiped our noses, cleaned our bums, and changed our soiled nappies. They pooled their resources by taking turns to look after us while the other one joined the other boys in their games. We were never left alone. In this way a unique four-way bond was formed that would last a life time.
They taught us to fight the boys and, to my mother’s disgust, to stand and pee. By the time I was ten I had my mind made up about who I’m going to marry. He broke my heart when I was fourteen. He married somebody else. When he divorced five years later, I saw my chance. I was nineteen, itchy and ready for him. I wanted him to be the first and the only. He told me to have a cold shower. He refused to see me as anything but a sister. Sometimes I’m sorry he did not take me that day. It would have changed our lives completely. Other times I’m glad that he refused me. Sex has a way to kill friendships.
The bond between two old school friends and their two baby sisters is still as strong as ever. It is wonderful to know that if I stumble, I will have no less than three super heroes who will exceed themselves to get me up and running again.
Wow!! Has it really been two years? Okay, Okay! Call me a liar for two months. Twenty two months then it is. CS has changed so much I though I was at the wrong place. It took me a few minutes to get orientated; to find out where everything was. I love the new look. Here and there I found a few known faces. Where have all the old faces gone? So many new faces. Wonderful!! It is like a new site. It is simply marvellous to be back. Why did I ever leave?
I cannot believe that I finally got him after all the years.
I have loved him ever since I can remember.
I’m moving in with him today.
There is not much to move.
I am only taking my clothes and a few personal items.
My daughter will stay on in my flat until we can find a larger place.
Neither my place nor his place is large enough for the three of us.
I know some of you will judge me for calling a wedding off two days before the time.
I don’t feel proud of myself but I could not marry another man I don’t love for the sake of not being alone.
I have to go! He’s calling. I can’t let him wait. At least not until the knot is tied.
Thank you for the fun we had. May God bless you all!
Hi to all of you.
Why do I get emails from this site telling me that I have messages in my inbox but when I log on there is nothing?
Am I doing something wrong?
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It was a long and warm letter from a good-looking gentleman in Gauteng, written in passable English. The abundance of compliments 
was not too much of a put-off until this came.
You are absolutely charming, cute, resplendent and angelic.