| My worst date must surely have been on Valentines Day a few years ago. I had been dating Amanda for a few months and although I enjoyed her company, I wasn't serious about her or in love with her for that matter. We were invited to a Valentines evening dance and braai (bbq) at a country club, my sister and her husband went along with. I was by this time about 28 and still not looking to settle down, I loved my travelling and was not ready to give this up in order to get married and live in suburbia. So on the night in question, we arrived at the dance and were having a wonderful time, now I don't know what happens to women on Valentines Day, but for some reason they become all mushy and get strange ideas. My sister convinced me to propose ( I had by this late stage of the evening had a few drinks), I wasn't very keen. However I took Amanda outside and under a tree with the moon shining down upon us and the stars twinling in the African Night sky, I got down on one knee and proposed, naturally she said yes! The next morning I was in a state of panic, how was I going to get out of this? I didnt love this woman! Well I got out of it in the end, and it was my worst nightmare! Needless to say I am still single and still travelling. |
