So after I got over my little “panic attack” the other day, things seemed to look up, for now anyway (hits the little devil on my shoulder). Getting over yourself is such a good thing to experience; it makes things in life so much easier. After last Saturday’s “emotional breakdown”, I decided to message HIM on Sunday just chatting and sort of asked (but not in a court of law type of way) about that Friday night and I guess I was fine with it.
So after chatting the whole week, I told him that I must see him before I got to Cape Town and he agreed and we went on a date to some place in Centurion called “Ridgebacks”. A place I discovered while going with colleagues for drinks after work. Now this is a very Afrikaaner place and you would expect two guys, so obviously on a date, to be frowned upon. Alas, we had a good time with some cheap beer and very nicely made pizza. This is my new place to-go-to, and I will recommend it to anyone and everyone. There was at some point a bit of a “squabble” where some white chick was walking around with a R100 note and saying how these people won’t serve you if your money is not real, despite her withdrawing it from their ATM. I am just glad no blacks were involved (except the waiters of course). My date joked asking if she is telling us about her fake money because we are coloured.
Side bar: as I am typing this, this guy from the office (not our department) who I suspect is gay, is telling people here about a house break in (at his place I presume). This is funny-ish, because (1) I saw him at that place last night with an obvious gay (2) he greeted me despite never greeting me at the office and I am thinking if he was not on a date maybe the break in would not have happened. And he definitely is in the closet because he told the same audience a few weeks back he is not ready to get a wife, you think???!!
Anyway, despite saying he doesn’t want to stay late, we found ourselves in the parking lot after 11pm not really wanting to leave but also not wanting to go and do stuff but with lots and lots of tension building. I gave him a few kisses while he was sitting in the car but I have learnt my lesson with that business. Besides I’m sure people from work frequent that place and while I don’t care what people say, I was not in the mood to be talked about today at work. The date ended on a very PG-10 note, which is probably a good thing.
I am still a bit cautious because he seems like all he wants is sex and I usually wouldn’t mind this, but c’mon, I am getting older so I want to be about more stuff than random sex. Which comes down to his age once again, I know as a 23 year old I was still in closet and starting to experiment the dark side of this same sex world. At least he has been out for a while. I am being asked for pictures of my legs (in my undies) because he is apparently in love with my legs. But I think I like what I see. He is very chilled out, and makes me seem like this over the top person who is overly expressive. And the way his mellow reactions just silence me. He says it is hard work for him to keep up with my banter, too much thinking apparently and it is exhausting. But he seems genuine (for now anyway) and hopefully he is not as fake as that Randela (nickname for the new SA Rand notes) from earlier on. If we start dating, I am applying that 30 day rule (I hope).To be continued….
Outro: I am on my way to Cape Town, I hope I behave. The scandalous things I did in December is not to be repeated under any circumstances. If I have to tell you, I’d have to kill you and I am being serious. I once got home at 4pm, the next day, my mom was distraught. I am going to be a good boy and chill with my talkative 4-year old niece.
