Hopeless, yes i am

After much hesitation I finally decided to go out with “so what” guy. We decided to meet up in Sandton for dinner. We arrived at the same time and he was lucky enough to witness me lose my balance and nearly fall over my own feet. Damn high heels and crappy pavements! With a brilliant start like that, the evening could only get better, right? Wrong!

We got to the sushi restaurant and “so what” guy chose to sit by the conveyor belt, which is fantastic if you have good reflexes. Which in my case I don’t, so catching your food while it passes by you is my idea of torture. I managed to break some plastic feature thingy and drown the table in soya sauce. Had to apologize like crazy to the poor waiter who could barely keep up with my mess. Dinner conversation involved: “Here’s another napkin” and “that’s not going to fit in your mouth.” I also seemed to lose all ability to use chops sticks and looked like a 2 year old, who was learning how to use a fork.

Saying bye and walking off to my car involved me tripping and nearly slapping myself and him. To my surprise he called and asked me out again. He’s either very desperate or my eating habits are the most entertainment he’s had in a very long time.

Second date - it was his turn to act like a complete idiot. He kept trying to throw small pieces of paper down my top, kept score and tried to name my boobs. Oh, and according to his fashion expertise my shoes did not match my outfit. I still have no idea what that poor cardboard cut-out of Rango did to him that he felt the need to abuse it.

There will be no more dating, I’m going to stick to what I know… Drinking!

That awkward moment when…
You are the only one laughing and everyone is staring at you. I seem to be getting a lot of that this week.