The Toblerone of victory
I could be wrong, but I think I’ve just successfully played it cool. I waited until The Fez called me first.
This involved almost a week of waiting and not sending text messages or emails or telegrams or messenger pigeons or signal flares but I managed it.
Tonight she called me. I’m so pleased with myself I think I’ll celebrate with some Toblerone*.
We spoke on the phone, I made her laugh, she called me a maverick and a date for next week was arranged. Hurrah. I managed the whole conversation without any spaz-like comments or proposing so let’s chalk that one down as a win.
Girls are excellent sometimes, especially ones that laugh at jokes about broccoli.
*I’m getting in shape to improve my dating chances. I’ve started eating painfully healthy food most of the time, so now chocolate is a special treat.