Yes I am single and back on the market once again.
I am not the serial womaniser I like to boast that I am. That was just a tag that kinda stuck, really, cos I used to hang out with Uni girls before I entered my last relationship which ended a fortnight ago.
Had the predictable couple of sleepless nights and all that, and then went out on the prowl again.
Anyway I'll press on and try not to bore the pants off you.
Arranged the 'date' this afternoon and waited at the arranged time of 5.30 outside Major Ekkamai (when you're big you gotta live big, know what I'm saying?) and waited. 5.45 no show. She then calls me to say that the traffic is bad and she's up the road at Thong Lor BTS.
"Hang on there, I'll walk up to you" I say, not wanting to watch any more waddling farangs going down soi 61 any more with piles of shopping bags.
She turns up with the friend in tow, which I don't mind, there isn't a choice anyway, that's what they do on first dates. She looks sweet like she did when I first set eyes on her the day before, when we were introduced by a mutual friend.
We proceed to somewhere easy going and simple, ie the new food court at the top of the Emporium and sit with the view over the park then I realise that park has a swimming pool! After years of running round it, I never realised that fact at all, the fence at ground level is that high! Another useless fact from Pat I know.
Conversation quite light hearted and a few one liners from me go down ok, we take our seats and I go off first to get my food. I settle on an apple pie and a blackcurrant tea and she gets some Chinese dessert only to complain it's "waan mark" (too sweet) and then giggles with her mate about it. She doesn't eat any of it bar one lychee.
Our chat about what she majored in was great, she's into history and rattled off a few facts about Hitler and the British Monarchy and corrected me about Napoleon. (I swore he had one leg) I corrected her on the Northern Irish flag. She was well impressed. We mutually agreed that Saddam's hanging was wrong in the current climate and also agreed that Bush and Blair were correctly parodied by the Pet Shop Boys on Top of the pops as terrorists (she saw that too) recently, and this got us nicely onto the subject of music.
I had no idea who she was on about but learned that Thongchai McIntyre (P'Bird) was a teetotalling early to bed guy who was anti-drugs. Woah. I also understood that Ad Carabou or whatever his name is is not a hit in the Islamic world due to his comments. (He said they wore skirts or something). My knowledge of the Beatles back catalogue was well impressive.
Finished my pie and washed it down, by now an hour had passed and took a walk round CD Warehouse before I had to go off to work somewhere. She paid the bill at the food court, much to my insistence, but I'll be bankrolling sundays extravaganza.
We're going to the cinema this sunday afternoon for the proper date at the decrepid old Major in the (now) Central World Plaza, which I like cos hardly anyone goes there any more, so whenever I go solo to the movies I go there. Fitting really to take a date there.
If any of you wanna spy on me acting like an immature monkey, then expect me to roll up there around 4.30pm, dressed dapper and sporting my new shoes.
I promised her a good Japanese meal afterwards. Any ideas where anyone?


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