First Date with Surprise Twinkle
April 3, 2012 § 49 Comments
From yesterday’s Times, as promised!:
It turns out I was not cursed but impatient. Completely unexpectedly, a man I met at a work dinner contacted me saying how much he had enjoyed meeting me and how he wanted to again. That buoyed me up a bit for sure. I replied – briefly but friendly – then heard nothing for a few days and I was somewhat cast down. But – miracles! – he did in fact contact me again and after several nice communications, we met. Call it a date.
Cool place; sun streaming in. I wasn’t late but Surprise Twinkle was waiting for me. He looked very beautiful. I couldn’t help thinking of the wonderful comedian, Miranda, and how, whenever in her series she spots a good-looking man, she always turns and pulls an hilarious OMG! face. I only just managed to stop myself doing the same.
He was a sweetheart, even gave me a small present of virtually no monetary value, but a present nonetheless. I was touched. We sat and chatted easily, asking each other questions, doing the biographicals. A far cry from Long Shot. ST was engaging and normal. But all the while I was thinking, this cannot be! Why me? He must have a girlfriend (or boyfriend?) and, if not, then wonderful women hitting on him all the time. Later, when I was alone again and the woman in M&S, said “Sorry to keep you waiting,” I apologised to her for being on my mobile. “No worries, Love, it might have been George Clooney.” And I thought, Clooney, pah, not a patch!
The parting shot was no more definite than, See you when you’re next in town, only friendlier than that somehow. It was enough to give me some hope that we might arrange to get together again, but not so friendly as to let me suppose it was a certainty. I texted him a while later to thank him. He replied instantly and positively and we continued texting over the course of an hour. But since then, nothing.
I am left wondering: what was that all about? Did he make that effort to track me down and travel to see me just because he wants a friend? Perhaps a drink is just a drink? But surely, when it is two (I think) single people, that drink is a little more loaded than a beer, say, with my (very happily married) accountant.