Hello Blog peeps. Didja have a good one? Hope at least you did!
My weekend news? Nuffink exciting.
I didn’t go to the Sexpo. I believe I didn’t miss anything. Didn’t miss anything at home either.
My highlight – bumping into an ex-colleague (hunk) in the Hyper. Nogals at the meat counter. Appropriate, hey?
I saw these gorgeous muscled calves in my periphery, with this big-ass tattoo on the RH side. Of course, it was the tat’ that caught my eye. Not the calf. And naturalmente, I was focussing on my meat selection.
Walk across to tattoo guy – I just happened to need meat from the shelves where he was standing, okay?! And I check’s he’s looking at me. And I ignore him (I don’t make a habit of staring at other guys in the supermarket, you know!), get my cuts, and turn to get outta there.
And he greets. I wasn’t sure if he was greeting me, but after a few (slow) seconds of blinking like a stupid person, it struck me who tattoo guy was.
The normal pleasantries ensued. But what’s going on in my mind is something like this…
“Well, look at you.
Being all grown up,.
All those muscles and tattoo’s and chest,
Quite the man, now, hey?
Dizzy, make eye-contact. Stop looking at his chest. And his biceps.
You didn’t look like this 5 years ago, did you?
Gone’s all the puppy fat, and als. All meaty and…grown up. Hmmm.
Dizzy, where’s Boo, you’d better not be caught ogling
And yet, I seemingly managed to hold a normal conversation. Some things do improve with age. You can have two conversations at once
It was nice seeing him after so long. At least I got some serious eye-candy. Poor guy must’ve thought “Dizzy, WTF happened to you?…no make-up, no heels, oy wei, let’s not even talk about the ‘do”.
Sigh. I should make more effort next time I go shopping. Never know who you might bump into. Kak. Who cares? Shopping is serious stuff, no time for pfaffing. Get in. Blow a month’s salary on two trolleys worth of groceries. Get out. No time for flirting.
Imagine. This being the highlight of my weekend. What a sad state of affairs.