Dating Game.. over!
Finally the Dating Game is over. I no longer have to expend effort on getting the other party small gifts nor leave stuff at her door. I no longer have to design cards and write on it cutesy stuff with my vast assortment of coloured glittery pens so as to brighten up her day. However I will also lose the sense of anticipation of seeing cards or whatnot at my door. But it was wonderful while it lasted .
On the final day of the event we were supposed to dress up formally and pick up the girl at her door ard 6pm for a mass organized dinner with performances and such. And thus began the most frantic 2 hrs of late. Ended lessons and reached hall ard 4, to realize I hadn’t bought ANYTHING for my date. Worse still, I had omitted to bring my formal belt and my pants (from JC time) were plummeting at any given time.
So I gathered 3 male freshies from my block that were similarly unprepared and we took a taxi to Vivo. Were literally running about getting chocs, flowers, soft toys, gifts and such. And the belt was a damn hassle given I already had belts of my own and din want to get a costly one at Zara. Usually I take my time shopping and get the item I really want but this time was a gross exception. Finally got back around 6, got prepared in 10 mins (guys are so fortunate) and rushed over to my date’s room in the other block.
And when we got to the meeting place with another couple, it was apparent from the milling crowd that the event was gg to start late. So after taking a few photos of us she disappeared for 5 mins to take photos with her friend, during which I was forced to joke that Rachel went after both me and Ezekiel hence the 2 guys 1 gal combination. And so when she came back I borrowed her camera and happily scooted off to do the same with the many cute gals around the area. I swear I could feel her exasperated gaze on me during the whole process.
During the dinner I played the part and constantly paid attention to her and served her food. And also took pictures of the dishes as she had requested. And she constantly amused me with digs at how inadequate a date I was and kept serving me inedible stuff like bones or such. Once when she mentioned I hadn’t taken photos of the previous 2 dishes, I replied that I would make up for it by taking something more aesthetically pleasing. She agreed readily. And I proceeded to take a photo of myself.
I must say, the entire experience has been a totally enjoyable one indeed.
