If I could take it all back, I will..
I wish I had never said yes, to setting up her friend with mine..
She wore a sleeveless red tunic, and black leggings, underneath her raincoat. Ankle boots too. She was not tall, and neither was my friend, so I thought ‘at least their mutual height is perfect’!
If I was to guess, I’d say she was in her mid fifties. Blond medium length straight hair. Fair skin. Her kind blue eyes looked a little tired _Dinner was at 6:00 pm after perhaps a long day for her at work_ and her sweet smile, revealed her goodness inside.
She also had a pearl necklace on.
He, my brainiac friend, her blind date, arrived in his usual way too big for his size long sleeved shirt, a blue also baggy rain jacket, and bluejeans. I did notice, however, that he paid extra attention to his hair. It looked combed and tidy.
His thick greying beard, and his Dali moustache, gave him a rather quirky look. My friend isn’t my age, but that was never an issue in ‘our’ friendship.
His date’s friend and I, met not too long ago. Then one day, out of a mere casual coincidence, we were having dinner with other mutual friends at a very fancy Estate establishment; and that’s when, Rose and I decided to set her single friend with mine.
We invited other friends to the same place two weeks later, including Mark and Sandra. Mark is my friend, Sandra is hers…