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The first dinner date with John14 went well. So well that he invited me out for another dinner. After a Sunday picnic date. Let us rewind to date one: John14 picked me up, on time. He had booked a table at a funky restaurant on the coast. He brought a bottle of white wine and a bottle of red wine along with him. "I was not sure which wine you'd prefer so I hedged my bets and brought along both!" he explained. Date two's picnic was just lovely. John14 brought along a feast which we enjoyed in nature and had deeply philosophical conversations. Delicious.
Date three was all set. Week day evening. 7pm pick up.
I whizzed home from work. Dolled up as one does. And was ready by 6.45pm. As I am. 7pm came and went. As did 7.15pm. I kept checking my mobile telephone in case John14 was trying to call me. Clearly not.
The mobile telephone rang at 7.30pm. "Hello! I am running a little late!" says John14 displaying not an iota of remorse. "I am with a client, and he wants me to wait and meet his young daughter." "How exciting!" say I "are you busy signing a deal?" "No, I popped in for a drink!"
Deep breath takes place on my end of the line.
"Where do you want to eat tonight?" he asks and a restaurant discussion ensues. "Why don't you google some restaurant options in the meantime, write them down on a piece of paper and when I get to you we can decide where to go ?"
So, ever obliging and ever get-along-gang I google restaurants. Actually I don't. I think up a list AND WRITE THEM DOWN ON A PIECE OF PAPER!
"I am leaving now!" John14 called to let me know. At 7.57pm.
At this point I am no longer hungry. And I am nothing short of irritated. And I am not sure why I didn't cancel the date. But hindsight is an exact science.
Armed with my list I hop in the car and off we go. "So, what's on the list?" We discuss the options. John14 does not like any one of my ideas. "Let's go to (coastal spot of the previous date)" "That's where we went last time if I recall?" say I. "Yes!" says John14. And off we go for an action replay. Date one was great so it couldn't be that bad. Great restaurant, too. As we disembark the very large vehicle John14 quips "I know you don't drink heavy reds, but I brought along a Cabernet Sauvignon, it's a lovely old one ..."
I still wonder why John14 invited me out that evening. I don't beat myself up about it of course. I never do. And in this case I certainly didn't especially as he played out the same story with my special friend a couple of months later.
Clearly this leopard's spots are well and truly entrenched. I like leopards. A lot. But only the likes of the Londolozi leopards.