Friday Date Day
Mood: Elated
I can't even begin to tell you how big the smile is on my face right now.
Stace informs me that I am going to split my cheeks if it gets any bigger, and everywhere I go, people are asking me why I'm so happy. Considering that I am a pretty bubbly happy person most of the time anyway, there has been a dramatic increase in the level of my JOY that has brought them to ask the question.
Friday went EXCEPTIONALLY well, with the obligitory Sass-making-an-arse-of-herself section.
The watchmaker picked me up at six, in his lovely Holden (Tick!) that he informed me that he had washed specially for the occasion. (So I wouldn't think he was a pig. As if!)
So we head into town, to get a pizza. Chat the whole way, (its a half hour drive) about this and that, joking about different things. He's very funny - I often can't pick if he's making fun of me or not, but he gets this cute twinkle in his eye...
Anyway. So we head to the pizza shop, and before we are even half way to town he's talking in a general sort of way about what we could do next time... asking if I have a bike (which I do, but have never ridden - long story, I bought it when we moved here in a fit of fittness fever.) and if I'd like to ride the local bike trail with him one day.
I had to laugh at this - I am possibly the most lazy person you have ever met, and the image of me riding along the trail next to this spunk made me crack up! However, always game for a new challenge, I said I would probably have a crack at it with him.
We ordered our pizza - he paid, you will be pleased to note JtH and Sponky and all you other non-rabid-feminists out there. He ordered the pizza, garlic bread and a couple of drinks, which we then got to go, so that we could eat in the park.
We headed to the Botanical Gardens (beautiful this time of the year) and sat on the grass and ate our pizza. It was lovely. Very relaxing, and our disturbing conversation had me in stitches. Between the two of us, we know some truly, truly disturbing stuff. It's nice to meet someone else who just has a head full of useless and pointless information. Though his useless facts tended to be more organic than mine, which tend towards the esoteric.
After the pizza, we took a walk up the main street, which took us about an hour all up. We window shopped, chatted, laughed, carried on like children. Throughout the night, he kept making reference to HOT GIRLS.
"Oh, the girls in Adelaide are HOT."
"There were heaps of HOT GIRLS at the Tennis"
and so on.
As we walked past the cinema, he pointed out a poster with some actress on it... I can't even remember who it was now, and said "Oh, she's HOT." "Mmm, you're right, she's quite pretty. But Heath Ledger - now he's HOT"
"Yeah, he looks a lot like me really"
I laughed at that, and took my revenge... "Nah, you look more like Rowan Aitkenson!"
"You think Rowan Aitkenson is hot?"
"Sure. I think funny men are hot."
"Am I funny??"
Pause. Thoughtful look.
"Sometimes... "
Then he did that thing again. "I want to see that Memoirs of a Giesha, we'll have to do that."
"What, tonight?"
"Nah, next time."
NEXT TIME.
So we walked back to the car, and then there was discussion about what we should do next. We decided on Ten Pin Bowling, and off we went. He has big feet. And carries spare socks in his car.
I whipped his arse in the first game - not with the intention of whipping his arse, I haven't played in years, but he was incredibly shit.
Then I did the most embarrassing thing - it was bound to happen, it was just a matter of when.
I fell over. In the middle of the bowling alley. Loudly. On the wooden, echo-y floor. Right in front of him.
It hurt like a bastard.
For the rest of the night, he made jokes about tripping me over...
After the games, he drove me home, and dropped me off. It was a reasonably early night, but he had to work the next day, and travel to do it, so I guess that's understandable.
No kiss goodnight, but on reflection, I think that is a good thing. It was just a lovely, gentle, getting to know you kind of date. And we both obviously had a good time - he is ringing me later this week to organize what we are doing next time. I think a kiss would have spoilt it actually.
He's a lovely lovely man, and I really like him. The only thing that I wonder about is that he talks about these Hot Women. I wonder if he is including me in that category (which I personally would think is unlikely, but my girlfriends have said that they will belt me one if I say that again... don't tell them OK??!!) or if perhaps there is some other message that I'm supposed to be getting that I'm not?
I'm trying not to overanalyse this, to just go with the flow. So far the flow is fantastic, and I'm enjoying the ride.
It isn't leaving me a lot of time to post though, sorry about that. I'll get here as often as I can to keep you up to date. XOXO
