So last night, after a crappy day and mounting disdain for the universe, I rocked up at Wakame to meet my blind date for dinner. Now I was hardly going to be scintillating company but I was aware that this innocent girl should not have to bear the brunt of my bad mood. So where do i start? I found her very easy to talk to, and she has a vibrant personality. Last night, not even Lyndal Jarvis could make me giggle but I tried my best. My date had some strong views, and some very adventurous takes on sex and intimacy. I like to hear the words 'jags' and 'naai' every so often. I also enjoy juxtaposing an Afrikaans girl's take on sex versus, say, a Jewish girl, or waspy Sandhurst/Bishopscourt/daughter of a lifetime member of Kelvin Grove...Just quickly aside here, I have noticed a distinct pattern of age and personality types that come up to me in public to debate the issues of MAN. Let me say from the outset and with complete honesty, there are some extremely intellectual viewers who enjoy the show and GET the aims and aspirations of the producers. About 8-10 people came up to me at a recent wedding who were all over 60 years of age and were loving the episodes, which is as surprising as it is pleasing!
So back to the date. Being the dog that I am, I was keen to explore what chances I had of bedding her. Let me summarise the evening succinctly by admitting that she told me at the outset that there was no way she was going to sleep with me on the same night she met me. Pity. So I got no action. The seared tuna was fine indeed, as well as a Bushmills on ice, and a salted calamari starter. She chose a sushi platter and two pints of Stella. Case closed. I am off to Johanessburg for Passover festival, the festival where Jews eat matzah, and are constipated for 8 days!
Chat soon
Maurice
