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Dear loyal readers,

Upon popular demand, I shall relive the horror of Blind date no.2 and blind date no.3. Blind date no.1 already vividly explained below.

After this story, you’ll know why I rely on alcohol (my love guru) for everything.

Blind date no.2

He calls me up from an unidentified/private number (Mr. Mystery Man)……clearly my mum would have given him my number and she conveniently didn’t tell me.

I still remember the phone conversation…because it was all highway to stammer land…

Him: Heellloo ooo ooo….Ceh ceh ceh can I speaker wi wi wi with Nalina please?

Me: Yes it is.

Him: How how how how do you do? Want want want shall she shall we have lunch sometime?
..... Basically phone convo went something like this. I think he was sweating as well.

I plainly remember being at work and wanting to squeeze the life out of my mother for trying to set me up with these world class suitors.

We agreed to meet up at BSC. The Amrikan chilies at BSC ( his pronunciation of American chilies)

Where was god when I needed him the most?

Anyway…

I went to BSC and he was late and I got pissed off and went to the Times bookstore …browsing stuff and just passing time….then Mystery Man calls and says he is wearing a white linen shirt and khakis standing in front of chilies’.

As I walked towards the entrance of chillies..I saw a figure.

Back was faced towards me.

It was a figure. From the 80s.

Looked like Shan seteppa in his hay days.

Plus he had his hands at his hips in the most womanly way you can think of. BOTH hands. And his hip slightly swayed.

We went…made small talk….or I made small talk..he stammered all through the way…this time I didn’t eat much…my inner chi told me to behave i gather. Because I was nauseous throughout lunch.

Dears Readers, I’m alive today…as I survived Date no.2..rather intensely emotional experience with a man that had womanly mannerisms.

The fruit of all this can be seen when….. he tells his mum who then tells my mum…'That girl is too tall’….

There is a god.

We need a separate blog for Date no.3 (I’ll save the best for last).