The Injustice!

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Yesterday evening I was in a restaurant having a bite to eat with a girlfriend when I noticed someone watching me in between vaguely attending to the conversation that was going on at his own table.  He was roughly my age, very delicious looking (I mean, oh, sigh, from my point of view, absolutely drop-dead-let’s-not-bother-with-any-conversation gorgeous), and he kept catching my eye - ooh, get me! So, I met his gaze – briefly, tantalisingly briefly. As my friend and I were leaving, I could sense him looking at me again, so I thought ‘Sod it!’ and turned round and smiled. He smiled back, mouth, eyes and - if I'm not very much mistaken - brain. Swoon!

Bummer! Why can’t he be on the website? Why do I get bloody mushrooms, fat men who won't cook a measly dinner, farty old men who get lettuce stuck in their throat, silly tele-wankers, pathetic men whose masculinity is threatened by long words, ignorant twerps etc. etc. It’s sooooo not fair!

How’s about this for a fairy tale? Next Friday I shall go to the same place again on my own. He, totally besotted, will also go back there to see if it’s one of my regular haunts. We'll glance at one other for ten minutes, and then he’ll come over and ask me if I’d like to join him, or whether he can join me. He will, of course, be interesting, funny, strong, flirty, manly, considerate, gentlemanly, massively solvent. While I'm in the Ladies, he'll unobtrusively pay the bill, and then he’ll offer to walk me back to my car. When we get there, he’ll immediately say “When can I see you again?” And the rest, dear friends, family, followers, random people who have popped into here, will end in the words “and they snogged and shagged lived happily ever after.”

There's that noise overhead again! 

Meanwhile, until the happy ending materializes, I'm off on a date tonight...