Any & the elderly.

As I have established the Garden Centre is not only excellent to run into ex-boyfriends, but also flirting with potential new ones. Though that might be a bit of an overstatement as I have actually never turned a flirt into even a date, but I am working on it… For any tips how one can take a guy charmingly from a shop queue to a bar I’d be grateful.
Yesterday seemed to proof my theory on it being an excellent hunting ground though, only this time at PnP. Which I will now admit I generally prefer for this purpose (and sorry for calling it that!); the other day I was just grumpy since the Frenchman walked out of there. And no, don’t worry, I do not pick my shop by the amount or attractiveness of men, it is just something I’ve realized over time.

Probably inspired by my new found blog love Mayor Gia who has a boyfriend which is apparently older, but as she replied upon me raising a concerned eyebrow: It's all legal and consensual and whatnot. Just a bit weird. So that’s fine then and again, I was apparently inspired, because there I was flirting with an older gentleman. By older I mean…I actually don’t know exactly what I mean, but he was wearing proper pants and not jeans, which is always a sign of a certain age. He was also wearing a sleeveless cardigan. Now you will immediately think hipster, but let me assure you, he wasn’t a hipster, which is good, because I don’t do hipsters. He was wearing the cardigan because that item of clothing actually belongs to his age group.
I realize I make him sound really old now, but he was also handsome and had a nice butt, which I could see in these proper pants of his. Overall good enough reason for a little flirt on a random Wednesday afternoon and so the flirt continued outside the shop. I even went upstairs after he did though I didn’t need to and ended up in the book store. While I was trying to look like an inconspicuous book browser the unbelievable happened: the guy had turned around and was coming towards me on the other side of the gallery. For one second I was naming our future children and then I saw him hugging and kissing a beautiful brunette on the cheek. Which could mean only one of two things:

1. He is married. No need to elaborate on this.

2. He has a daughter who is older than me, which even with the nice butt makes him way too old for me.

Thus I went home alone and watched True Blood which was way more satisfying than stalking older men in a mall. So I actually take it all back what I wrote earlier as this proved my point once more – I am not made for malls!

Sunday expedition.

Sunday morning was less than ideal. My car battery had died Saturday night which I only discovered after a night of frivolities in Obz. It was also less than ideal that we still thought it a good idea to push my car down a oneway with no lights on in an attempt to get it started. Now the little car was parked far away from my friends' house and as I realized when in bed – without gear lock. Thus I had horrible dreams, completely convinced my car would be stolen, and already tried to come with financing, unsuccessfully I should add, for a new car while trying to fall asleep.

Reality came crushing down in sunny Obz when my car was not only unharmed, but we also managed to get it started within two minutes. Then I took the little car for a spin and to town and gave it all around lots of TLC. Though it seems I was the only one with a sleepless night for all the worry, the car showed no signs of suffering from any abandonment issues.

We – the car and me that is - went to the Garden Centre for some shopping to calm my nerves only to almost run into the Frenchman with now-not-so-new-anymore girlfriend. Does it ever pass? This feeling of how much one hates running into an ex without make-up after a sleepless night? They were coming out of Pick 'n Pay and luckily I was able to dodge the bullet, eh, the awkward hello and lying how good it was to see him. I quickly nipped into the movie store and then off to Woolies. There the magical thing happened. In the queue which was very long which was great, because there was: me, a really cute guy, lots of looks and little smiles, and some more looks and little smiles.

And so the equation goes:

Caudalie moisturizer, which makes you look glowing: R 350 

Woolies groceries: R 280
Flirting with a cute guy when not wearing any make-up and after almost running into an ex: Priceless

And this is why I like Woolies so much better than PnP...