AM I MAKING YOU NERVOUS? AM I?

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Here’s Jonesy with the story of a strange date:

“I got chatting to Sara on-line, we laughed, we flirted, she knew her Marvel superheros, it was all good. Seizing the moment I suggested we meet up for a coffee the next day, it was a public holiday, neither of us were working, weather looked good, what could possibly go wrong?

When we met, she was every bit as scrumptious as her photos and description, curly dark hair, eyes so brown and wide you could easily fall into them and a smile that would light the darkest of rooms..

‘hello I’m Jonesy, you must be Sara?’
‘ahhh yes, hello, good to meet you’
*continental kisses*
‘shall we go for a coffee? I know a great place only 2 minutes from here’ and off we go..

So , we get sat down, menus in hand, I was a bit nervous, I’m only human after all, it was a hot day and I believe a bead of sweat may had just that second decided to run down my forehead…..

‘Am I making you nervous?’ she asks?
‘errr, no, I’m always a tiny bit nervo…’
‘No, really AM I MAKING YOU NERVOUS!!?’
‘as I was about to just say, no you are….’
‘I SHOULD GO, I’M CLEARLY MAKING YOU NERVOUS.. I’M GOING, SORRY, IT’S NOT YOU IT’S ME, I DON’T WANT TO MAKE YOU NERVOUS’

And with that, she grabs her jacket and bolts for the door, is this a joke? Is this some bizarre way of breaking the ice? Am I supposed to go chasing after her? I sit for a minute pondering my options, people are starting to stare.

Sheepishly, I exit, still wondering what the hell just happened, I’ve had bad dates before, but usually they last more than 5 minutes. I walk off in the general direction of town, still puzzling ‘WTF???’ in my head and then , from around the corner of a building, *bang*, I walk slap bang into her coming the other way…

‘ARE YOU STALKING ME? ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME?’
‘errr, no, I’m going this way, you’re going that way, big solid building between us that believe it or not I can’t see through and see you coming in the opposite direction…’
‘I HAVE TO GO, IT’S NOT YOU , SORRY, SORRY SORRY, I HAVE TO GO!!!’

Six months later, I see her shopping in the local supermarket, picking out olive bread or something, she spots me, I give her a wink and go about my shopping, leaving her with a slightly puzzled look on her face, most likely wondering who the hell that was winking at her over the bread aisle… clearly I had left a lasting impression.”

Thanks Jonesy!

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