Blind Date Part I

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…

Author: Kat

I used to work as a graphic designer, until one day I was tragically and blissfully hit by two colliding meteors! One caused my falling in love with the world of coffee! And the other resulted in me falling out of love with the not so wonderful and nearly suffocating office culture! I left the glamour of the design world, and opened up my little café! Those were the best years of my life! I say ‘were’, because (wait! May be another time! But please do ask me if you ‘must’ know and can’t sleep tonight unless I tell you!) For the past three years, I have been living in a pyramid shape house in a middle of a green forest in the summer; a green forest buried underneath lots - I mean LOTS - of snow in the winter. I used to ‘think I still do ;)’ love the city! With its buzzing energy! I love to travel and seeing different food and coffee scenes...preferably alone! visiting ‘quirky and unusual’ places! I do not love visiting museums, hugely commercialized areas, malls and landmarks! I love old and full of heritage ‘anything’! I also love, to sit in a busy coffeeshop ‘reading quietly’ and not talking! Talking exhausts me most of the time! Watching the world unfold.. and thinking ...never does!

5 thoughts on “Blind Date Part I”

    1. The restaurant used to be a mansion in the woods. Stephen Spielberg used to frequent and be a guest and even gave the owners 2 Raptors from The Original Jurassic Park to place in the garden. You can see one of them when you go dine there.

      Ah Gina, I wish it did workout. I don’t think I’ll ever do it again. It’s harder than I thought!

      I wish you and I lived closer too! We would be great friends 🤗♥️

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      1. wow what a history it has then! makes lovely dinner conversation for sure.

        too bad about Sandy. I think she appreciated your good intentions though.

        We would be drunk on coffee everyday! and lots of conversations and adventures. I wish too!

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      2. So many stories abt that place for sure Gina!

        I hope she did Gina. I hope she did.

        Yes yes we would be..hahaha. ‘Lots of conversations and adventures’ wouldn’t it be nice?! ♥️🤗

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  1. This is a beautifully told story, Kat. You are great at describing the characters, how they dress, what they look like, what impression they make on the first person narrator of the story… So well written! Heading to the second part now.


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