Blind Date #2 : Fin

A wise old owl once said to me “Twit-twoo”.

I never did understand just what the heck that was supposed to mean. It may be something really wise and revealing. Life changing even. Perhaps it was the best joke ever. Or maybe it was just an owl hooting in the night.

So, with a voice at the back of my mind telling me to ring my mystery date from the previous night, I finally give in and decided to call. After all - and I’ve said it before – if you don’t ask questions, you’ll never get any answers. A wise move if there ever was one.

However, all I got was her mobile voicemail service. I'd already banked on this so I left a message simply asking whether she’d like to go out again – even if it was only as friends (you have to start building your road from somewhere).

I got a text message back a few hours later declining the offer.

I guess that was a bit of a cheat in her avoiding talking to me – but at least I asked and got an answer. It may not have been the answer I wanted, but an answer it never the less was. Still, I had to chuckle to myself because she finished the message with a kiss. I guess that was to make the rejection feel all the much better.

Never the less, I already knew what her answer was going to be, and it’s not as if I went away from the date with a racing heart and butterflies in my stomach. I think it was because she was so stunningly attractive (I really don’t jest here – she truly is model material) that I knew nothing was ever destined to happen.

Still, it was quite fun being sat next to her whilst all these other blokes kept stealing glances.