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And arrive in jhb he did. On the monday to be precise.

Of course, as my life is somewhat busy, and more often than not revolves around me and my activities, i had totally forgot about this. So, sitting at my desk, hard at work… my phone rings…

“Hello Sexy”
“Hi there” i say a little causiously… i will admit – i had no clue who was on the phone, and i’ve been known to be called sexy by random people.

And then i realised who it was… and i pretty much almost fell off my chair. Thank god i was not on my stability ball, as this might have been a slight problem(!!) Thanks to my sharp wit and excellently well develop social skills i managed to pull myself towards myself within a few seconds. And ended up having an hour conversation with him on the phone.

Mid conversation he asked me out, and i said yes. The kind of yes that you hear yourself saying with out even thinking about it. You’re sounding out the “Yes, i’d love too”, hearing yourself do it – and your brain is wondering A, who okayed this decision and B, who will be taking responsibility for this.

Being a team player [at times] no point in questioning.

As the Married man is such a nice guy – the venue, location and time were totally up to me. Being somewhat of a control freak, it suited a nice girl like me. So, after much thought and discussion and inner debate i came to a rather brave conclusion. And disclosed this to the Married man via SMS.

“Are you feeling an over priced dinner at a lovely restaurant or a couch, red wine and a pizza?”

Obviously my thought process was running along the lines of… we’re both grown ups, we both know what it is we’re really meeting for. Why ever would i want to spend three hours having him lovingly stare at me across the table, when – he could do this from across a rather nice couch. Possibly naked. Enjoying red wine & VH1.

Imagine my excitement when his responding text said as much.

Imagine my MAJOR FUCKING PANIC ATTACK when i realised that i’d just invited a man - who i had not seen in three years, or spoken too, probably didn’t remember - for ‘dinner’ on a couch with alcohol. Naturally, i did what any girl would do – and Called the BFF.

Who in her calming friend way – assured me, that i was doing the right thing, that it would be FUN, EXCITING and probably not to be forgotten.

Naturally, very calmly and in a sexy tone one can only direct over sms… i sent back “Don’t forget the wine. Red.”

And he didn’t. Two bottles to be precise.

To say i was nervous, would be somewhat of an understandment, i was plenty nervous. And when he arrived, i was still nervous – but in a really interesting way. Those nerves didn’t last. And he was just as i remembered, and we were just as comfortable with each other as i remember.

We opened the wine, and sat on the couch talking, remembering, discussing life, love and the answer to life.

And then he kissed me.

Well, it wasn’t *that* dramatic, he had kissed me when he arrived, and kissed me in the kitchen and kissed me while we spoke. But it was a different kind of kiss. The kiss that leads to your bra lying on the floor.

My bra landed on the floor.