Friday, July 21, 2006
Fate or Coincidence?
Now first the mini email sequel:
-----Original Message-----
Sent: Thursday, 20 July 2006 5:05 PM
Subject: RE: oh dear...
well i still think that you could have come along... not like i'm going to talk to anyone there really
oh well
-----Original Message-----
20/07/2006 05:07 PM
Subject: RE: oh dear...
So are you saying you want me to come along, baby? ;)
-----Original Message-----
Sent: Thursday, 20 July 2006 5:12 PM
Subject: RE: oh dear...
do you really think that you're going to get an answer to that question?
apart from
"well that's up to you to decide isn't it"
followed by
"and you've already organised dinner with your sis"
****
After work, they took their usual walk, both in the direction of the Wharf. Their designated restaurants were to differ.
He commented that she looked lovely tonight. That’s a lovely outfit isn’t it?- as usual compliment meted out in rhetoric. She was wearing a real 1950s vintage mini pink mini shift dress (the “Dusty Springfield” dress as her colleagues would call it), her signature pearls, a brown bohemian jacket with a ribbon tie collar she bought in Paris and matching point brown stilettos and a brown leather drawstring handbag. Her brown shoulder length hair butterfly clipped halfway. In the spitting rain and wind, they walked on. The chill spiralling up between her barely covered legs with each movement she took. He asked quietly if she was feeling too cold.
Almost reaching the junction where she was supposed to meet her dinner companion, Dope realised that he had left his wallet in the office. He bent down to kiss her and hurried in the opposite direction.
****
The proposed cuisine for the night was Caribbean but it was thwarted by a private function. And eager to get away from the now pouring rain, P and her companion were limited to the row of restaurants on that particular stretch. Careful to avoid Kobe Jones, they contemplated on the few given choices that were available and paced along the sheltered terraces looking at different menu offerings.
From a short distance, she saw him on the phone and P signalled to her companion. Finally, B could put a face to that name.
She had a good mind to call out to him but saw a couple intercepting and thought the wiser to hold herself back. P and her companion then hurried into the nearest dining establishment- so it had to be conveniently Thai for dinner.
****
When P got up from her table for the ladies, she walked past a group of about ten. He looked up and their eyes met. They nodded at each other with a slight smile as she walked swiftly past, the lead in the dinner party quite oblivious to the momentary recognition between her beau and the passer-by.
To greet or not to greet?
As she got out of the bathroom, she took care to do a swift getaway to avoid any need for forcedly patronising pleasantries much required in that delicate social context of awkward (for him and her) and unwanted (for her) chanced meetings.
So Thai dinner they did ended up having together, but at their respective tables.
Now first the mini email sequel:
-----Original Message-----
Sent: Thursday, 20 July 2006 5:05 PM
Subject: RE: oh dear...
well i still think that you could have come along... not like i'm going to talk to anyone there really
oh well
-----Original Message-----
20/07/2006 05:07 PM
Subject: RE: oh dear...
So are you saying you want me to come along, baby? ;)
-----Original Message-----
Sent: Thursday, 20 July 2006 5:12 PM
Subject: RE: oh dear...
do you really think that you're going to get an answer to that question?
apart from
"well that's up to you to decide isn't it"
followed by
"and you've already organised dinner with your sis"
****
After work, they took their usual walk, both in the direction of the Wharf. Their designated restaurants were to differ.
He commented that she looked lovely tonight. That’s a lovely outfit isn’t it?- as usual compliment meted out in rhetoric. She was wearing a real 1950s vintage mini pink mini shift dress (the “Dusty Springfield” dress as her colleagues would call it), her signature pearls, a brown bohemian jacket with a ribbon tie collar she bought in Paris and matching point brown stilettos and a brown leather drawstring handbag. Her brown shoulder length hair butterfly clipped halfway. In the spitting rain and wind, they walked on. The chill spiralling up between her barely covered legs with each movement she took. He asked quietly if she was feeling too cold.
Almost reaching the junction where she was supposed to meet her dinner companion, Dope realised that he had left his wallet in the office. He bent down to kiss her and hurried in the opposite direction.
****
The proposed cuisine for the night was Caribbean but it was thwarted by a private function. And eager to get away from the now pouring rain, P and her companion were limited to the row of restaurants on that particular stretch. Careful to avoid Kobe Jones, they contemplated on the few given choices that were available and paced along the sheltered terraces looking at different menu offerings.
From a short distance, she saw him on the phone and P signalled to her companion. Finally, B could put a face to that name.
She had a good mind to call out to him but saw a couple intercepting and thought the wiser to hold herself back. P and her companion then hurried into the nearest dining establishment- so it had to be conveniently Thai for dinner.
****
When P got up from her table for the ladies, she walked past a group of about ten. He looked up and their eyes met. They nodded at each other with a slight smile as she walked swiftly past, the lead in the dinner party quite oblivious to the momentary recognition between her beau and the passer-by.
To greet or not to greet?
As she got out of the bathroom, she took care to do a swift getaway to avoid any need for forcedly patronising pleasantries much required in that delicate social context of awkward (for him and her) and unwanted (for her) chanced meetings.
So Thai dinner they did ended up having together, but at their respective tables.
