“Any good with zips?” he asked.
He had got himself trapped in his anorak.
“Oh good he said,” when he was finally released, “we’ve got 15 minutes, can I get a chocolate malt?”
I was so completely taken aback by this request I just nodded.
“Great, do you want one?”
I didn’t. We walked around the corner to Ed’s Diner to get one for him. He chatted 19 to the dozen, that's OK I thought, nerves?
“I loved it." I replied, "It’s one of my favourite.”
H hated it. How can you hate ‘Sideways’? I kind of knew he would hate the movie I’d chosen for us to see, ‘The Artist’. He did.
I wonder how long my date would last if I rock up, over weight, clutching two milkshakes? Age seems to bring with it a gross imbalance of effort between the sexes. Maybe I should try Bryan Ferry’s approach…...