Waiting

On our first date he was two hours late..that should have been a warning to me..one of my dad's friends said to me..ditch him..should never keep a girl waiting..

I guess I've always given people a chance..may be his car broke down..may be he got lost..since he lived on the other side of the city..there was no mobile phone in those days..and yes he did..he couldn't find the house..

He confided later on..his friend had said to him on the way to my place..don't climb too high..you'll get hurt..he even made a bet with hubby..that if we lasted longer than 3 months he was going to shout us a seafood dinner..

24 years later..over lunch I told him..I don't want to wait anymore..it's not the lateness that has been getting to me...it is the feeling of being second best..all through our marriage something was always important than me..and thus I was left waiting..

He promised me yesterday..that he would never be late again..for me or anyone..I replied..it might be too late..

Flirting

He'd said I #flirt subconsciously..my eyes would wander..my chin would tilt..my lips would pout..my boobs would pop out and my backside do a wiggle..an absolute turn on for any guy..what the? So we stood there in Westfield and every time I did it subconsciously he would point it out..there you go my backside did wiggle..well not really ..kind of shook because I belly laughed so my whole body shook..it wiggled because I can't keep still..he kept his body still standing there talking to me where as my legs refuses to stand still..they tend to wander and that made my backside wiggle..lol