5.30 pm.
It`s gonna be great. A man with initiative. A coffee on the docks.
I`m so excited!
Fun facts:
West Coast guy.
Great hair.
No children.
Loves coffee.
Haven`t specified his height (which is a big pro. What`s the deal with the hang-ups about how tall men are?! Most likely a together guy, with self- confidence (hurrah!!)).
And I sure ain`t gonna be judged by the look of my outfit. On the contrary, I`ll say.
I`m dressed to the nines.
From top to bottom.
In a casual way. Of course.
Blue striped dress.
Espadrilles.
Pony- tail, – whereas some hair (accidentally) is hanging loose.
My brown Marks & Spencer leather bag, with its beautiful, weathered look, – which enhances the causal, but sweet, look I`m going for.
Dark nail polish. Round stud earrings.
A touch of perfume.
Let`s just pray he won`t be anywhere near my car. It`s like a train wrack on the inside. Well, on the outside also, actually, – but that`s easier to justify. It`s become more or less of a gimmick.
On the inside, however.
All it does is witness the chaos I now am a part of.
The chaos he might be a part of.
The chaos he, unfortunately, will be a part of.
Things you don`t want on your first date.
Car seats full of breadcrumbs. CDs everywhere. Panties on the floor (hopefully the childrens`). Shoes in the back window (will be removed shortly. Can`t believe this has happened -being such an advocate for car safety and all).
Bob the Builder books between seats.
Water bottles, upside- down.
Shrivelled baby wipes, with jam stains.
Mascara in ashtray (now also without cover. Huge let- down) in the front of the car. Too many Diet Coke bottles. Kinder maxi paper in the right, – and left-hand side pocket. Passenger seat; multiple CDs, fashion magazine, several lipsticks and Q- tips from managing my little one, on the kindergarten parking lot.
I`m gonna park on the other side of town.