To make a long story short, he tells me that another colleague fixed him up with a woman. So, he made arrangements with his blind date to meet at a luxury hotel in London. He recognized her the minute he graced the entranced of the lobby, a stunningly beautiful and sophisticated looking woman.
And before her eyes caught his, he saw this lovely woman hawked and spat into an elegantly sculptured Greek water fountain parked in the corner of the foyer; and without a second thought, he turned and darted out of the hotel, faster than a bolt of lightning could hit an evergreen tree. Curious, I asked him why he we was turned off and repulsed by her action, he uttered some expletives and said, “Etta, what would I be doing with that?”
In another memorable axiomatic moment, this time, an acquaintance and fellow country man, who tells me that he met this fine looking chick. They went out a few times and spent the nights at his place. On this date, he decided to pick her up at her place.
So, he turned up at her apartment and when she opened the door, he was greeted by her and a ballroom, that is, no furniture, not even a chair to sit on. He took one peek around, and then and there, in a hair splitting second, he decided that her ballroom was not going to be furnished by him. Thus, he told her that he forgot the flowers in his car and like a bat out of hell, he scurried to the parking lot and sped off. Read Part III in six weeks… This time the table is turned on me…
