Well, I wasn't expecting to write about dating quite so soon! But I had a call the other night, from a man I've know in a professional capacity over the many years I've visited the Grandparentals in Hervey Bay. Let's call him Dr. Coy (not to be confused with Star Trek's Dr. McCoy).
Anyhow... Dr. Coy proceeded to tell me about a board he was on, and a conference he was due to attend in a couple of weeks. Now, I'd recently mentioned my counselling studies to him, so I wasn't quite sure where this was going to start with. Call me naive if you will.
There would be outings and dinners, and would I like to join him? For the weekend. It wouldn't be suitable to bring Pickle (understandably), and there's no way I could leave him for an entire weekend, with the elderly Grandparentals, but that's beside the point.
Whatever happened to "would you like to join me for a coffee/drink/dinner"?
I actually have no idea if I have anything in common with this guy - being stuck in a car sharing the driving for six hours each way, let alone the rest of the time, could be a nightmare. And let's not even discuss sleeping arrangements!
But perhaps I've jumped the gun, and that wasn't his intention at all; what do you think?
Cheers, KangaRue :)