Didata called to ask me out for dinner - I happily accepted, mainly because I was working late and the thought of going home to make dinner was enough to make me not want to eat at all. We went to Ninos in Rosebank, for a quick pasta.
After two dates with Didata, I know for sure, he's not the one for me. I cant fault him at all - he's a fantastic guy, well-mannered, good-looking and meets all the minimum requirements of a having a job, clean criminal and credit record (don't ask how I know this) But it just isn't enough..I'm trying to think of a legitimate reason for saying this, but I feel that me saying that it isn't enough for me, is enough.
If I changed perspective, and thought of it as dinner with a friend, then it was a great night. Didata seems really keen on "us",..but I'm not. He is apparently a great cook and has since invited me to his place for a home-cooked meal. My favourite meal at that!
To eat: perchance to dream: ay, there 's the rub:
For in that meal of false hopes what dreams may come,
Would it be rude to ask for a take-away?
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