I guess you want details of the date first? Fine!
The blind date (BD) was organised by a friend of mine (D) and the only detail I had from D about the BD was that his name was J. D booked the table at the restaurant and gave me a time and a place. Arriving a lil’ late, I told the waiter that I had a table booked and he informed me that there was a gentleman waiting for me. I can’t say that I was nervous because I didn’t know anything about J so I didn’t have any expectations. It was a nice feeling to not expect anything. As I walked over to the table, I was greeted by a tall (and we all know how important that is to me!), Caucasian and cute guy.
“Impressive!” is what I thought to myself but with still an evening of dinner to get through, I didn’t get too excited. Conversation flowed smoothly most of the evening but that was mainly due to me. J was very sweet and I enjoyed his company immensely but I think the evening made me realise that I need someone who is a lil’ more confident and is a bit more vocal. We exchanged numbers and I doubt that it will develop into anything apart from a casual friendship. But at least it’s something that I can tell the grand kids!
Speaking of the opposite sex, recently I have been prone to a bout of wolf whistling which, maybe when I was younger I would have felt slightly pleased about but now I was highly embarrassed (though a lil’ pleased!). The wolf whistling I can deal with; though cringing as to what I about to write next! Yesterday a very young looking boy (20?) approached me with “Wow. Hey sexy. You are buff!” (the first definition by the way!). I may have actually gone red and as a Sri Lankan we all know how difficult that is! It was horrible! But the price we must pay I guess! *eye rolling*
The “New Era” title does not reflect my new found desirability to the opposite sex. In fact, I have started my new job and though it seems as though they expect oodles from me and I don’t have the first clue, I have a good feeling about this.
And it helps that they want to give me a company American Express card! Wooooooo!
(A very rushed post with spelling and grammar mistakes – apologies!)