Twosomes

Walking down to Long Street yesterday afternoon I was asked out on a date by some guy who works in my building. He just came running after me in the rain (very Four Weddings) and wanted my name and number, and asked if we could have coffee some time.
I said yes and gave him my number. Declining him would have been rude, especially since he went to such trouble.

But it will be ruder still when I ignore his phone calls because I actually have no interest in going for coffee with him.

The problem is that I have no idea how to deal with these situations. In London, if you like someone, you usually try to work out whether they like you back before you make any kind of move. Here, the guys pounce.

But then, it seems that the locals regard any 27-year old unmarried girl as a bit of a freak. 'You don't have kids? No husband? Why?' Well, where do you want me to start?!?

It's going to rain all weekend. The garage is flooded. Everything is wet. Quite nice, really.