Disaster Recovery

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.