The things with the new guy didn’t work out. Oh well. What is meant to be will be I guess. I can’t say that it’s not disappointing because he was tall and nice enough looking and we did get on quite well. But maybe arranged marriages aren’t for me! In all honestly, I’m not even that beat up about it. You know the whole, if you fall off the horse (or is bike?!), you get back on and ride it kinda thing!
That’s not where I’m giving in though. I have a hot hot neighbour (C). Seriously, he’s so hot(it’s clearly been far too long!). He’s tall, dark and handsome. So tall – like 6’0! Since I’ve moved to this street, he’s been one of the few people who’s actually taken the time out to talk to me. He’s actually my friendliest neighbour! At first, I thought it was neighbourly banter. Neighbourly banter turned to harmless flirting. And now harmless flirting has led him to asking me out. You know that whole “You don’t shit on your own doorstep” (man, I am full of clichés today!), so I said maybe another time. And that was about a year ago. And yet, still C hasn’t given up. That’s not my only reason though.
C is of a different ethnicity. And I have always been more skewed towards the idea of engaging in a relationship with someone of the same ethnicity. Purely because I love my culture and my language and I want to share that with someone who’ll get it (another post altogether!). So I never ever really considered it. But C is determined I think. So much so that every time I see him, we flirt (I’m good at that!) and he always asks when I’m going to let him take me out and I’ve always politely declined.
Recently, I’ve been thinking to myself – maybe I’m asking for too much to find someone who shares my culture and language to love me?! Seriously, if it hasn’t worked out so far; well, then maybe I should see what else is on offer?
And this is where I gave in. He asked to take me out so I said yes. I think he was so shocked, he actually didn’t believe me! We went to the cinema last night. Did I mention that he’s hot?!
I drove. He told me I looked nice and that I smelt good. Brownie points for C (I’m so easily pleased!). He paid for the tickets (I did offer) so I bought the food. We saw Pineapple Express. He was attentive. Listened to what I had to say in the car. He held my hand and didn’t try anything (which I take as being gentlemanly!). Gave me his jacket when I mentioned I was cold (hot!) On the drive home, we spoke about religion and our beliefs. Arriving home, we sat in the car just talking about random rubbish.
He was the perfect gentleman and gave me a very beautiful hug as we parted company.
The only thing is now – he knows where I live if it all flops!