My friend Peachman lives in the UK. His surname sounds like "peach", so it was either that I called him Peachman or Fruit-fly. I gave him the choice.
I met Peachman through my ex 6 years ago. He is exactly 10years and 1 month older than me. He was down in Joburg this week so we met for dinner at 8@the Towers on Maude Road. We both had some excellent sushi. Dessert was disappointing - the chocolate fondant was burnt.
Peachman is single, never been married, no kids and is a serial dater, looking for "The One" - I see him as my male counterpart. He recently moved to the UK, so I don't get to see him very often. I'm very comfortable around him and conversation flows easily between us. Over the years I've watched a Pied-Piper-like trail of women follow him around. 4 hours into dinner, I couldn't help but notice my strong attraction to him. This comes as a great relief seeing that I have felt NO attraction to any guy Ive met in the last 2 months!
I'm in London in a few weeks and promised to contact him when I'm there.
Walking back to the car after midnight, we were approached by a crippled guy - I thought he was faking it - begging. He looked quite dodgy, Peachman seems unconcerned, but I felt much better once we reached the car - I didn't want to be stabbed by a faux invalid in the Sandton back alleys.
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