Lesson of the day

Just wanted to pass on a bit of wisdom that was passed onto me just the other day. As I mentioned, I had a good friend down visiting me on the weekend. As also mentioned, my flattie and I were out meeting (dodgy) guys on Saturday night. What I didn’t mention was that the dodgy guys ended up back at our place (with my big, burly mate there to protect us from untoward behaviour!) to watch the rugby. England won (whatever!).

My flatmate and I were being the hostesses with the mostesses with chips and dips, beer, wine and soft drinks.. All was good. We were happy. We were content. And we wanted to share the happiness and contentment with the other member of our household. We didn’t want our little pet to feel left out. So, I got down on my hands and knees (not a pretty sight – my big backside flashing the world!) and fished the turtle out from under the couch.  And my flatmate and I proceeded to fawn over our little guy, while he tried desperately to open his eyes in a bid to have a clue about what was going on (it takes him/her/it a while to wake up after sub-couch-hibernation).

Our new best friends were not impressed. In fact I would go so far as to say that they were quite disgusted. Which could explain why they beat a hasty retreat without even asking for our phone numbers.

My bestie then handed over this little pearl of wisdom: “Girls. When you meet guys, and bring them back to your house. Maybe it’s not a good idea to get the turtle out. People might think you’re a bit strange.”

But, believe it or not people, this isn’t the lesson of the day. The lesson of the day is this: “If the dude’s not down with the turtle. He’s not down with me.”

 Viva la mate forever!

Update on dating

A few posts ago I mentioned that one of my girlfriends had allowed me to put her up on a well-known internet dating site.. which I did. A few weeks later she asked me to take her profile down, because she had met a great guy who was warm, funny, witty, attentive and best of all, he was interested in her too. They have been for dinner a couple of times, he texts her every night, calls her every few days.. life is good. Although it could be better. If he didn’t evade most of her invitations to do something. And if he didn’t only text her late at night when it was obvious he had been out somewhere… Something was up.

My friend was curious and then it struck her like a bolt of lightening out of the blue.. Quickly, she went to the dating site that I had put her on and did a quick search. Sure enough, there he was.. the man himself.. Smiling out of the photograph beseeching women to drop him a line… Like the charming, charming man, he is. 

So now the question is this – does she make contact with him via the site to let him know she is wise to his wiley ways? Or does she wait until they meet up, before flippantly mentioning odd tidbits of information he has offered about himself on the site (“Would you say you’re 175 cms tall? Or more like 170?”, “What would you say your interests are? Latin dancing and newspapers on the weekend?”)? Either way gets the message across, but really, the latter option will be a whole lot more fun…

You learn something new every day

The thing that I have learnt today (and, admittedly, it is one of the most valuable lessons that I have learnt in a little while), is that when you zip up your fly, on certain zips you can press the zip in and it should stop the zip from undoing.. almost like a locking system. Unfortunately, I only discovered this AFTER I presented to a room full of people who I thought were finding me and my presentation riveting, but in actual fact were probably trying to work out if I was wearing nude coloured underwear or not. Hmmm..