My mother always tells me that I'm too quick to judge people. I’ve never really had an issue with this because I trust my instincts and think I judge for a reason. But when I met “Chop” (I wish I could use the real name I have for him, but it may not be appropriate) I decided that I would reserve judgement and just go with it.
The first date went well, we had good conversation and even had a bit of a smooch. He did leave me at the parking ticket payment machine to deal with the problem of it not reading my card, but I let it slide. But NO JUDGEMENT!
Second date… we were having dinner at my fave restaurant, DW 11-13. He was half an hour late – but he didn’t get the message I sent saying I could meet earlier. We both had the rack of lamb… which he proceeded to eat with him hands - yes, like he was at a weekend braai – and eat noisily with his mouth open. But NO JUDGEMENT!
Date three… we went to movies (saw Social Network… such a good movie!). He picked me up (late) and gave me a sad bunch of petrol station roses - they lasted about 12 hours, though it’s the thought that counts. He drove down the middle of Republic Road across both lanes at about 40 kms/ hour. He didn’t want popcorn but said he would have a little bit of mine. Turns out that means nom nom nom…. And he ate most of it. SO all in all, a fun night. But NO JUDGEMENT!
Fourth date. He came over to my house for wine and snacks. He was late. He scoffed the snacks (of course noisily with an open mouth) and went on about how awesome it was to live in the UK and that SA is crap. He was only in SA to see if he could find a wife and see how SA would work for him – it had already been two years. If you don’t like your homeland and can’t make a decision after two years, EFF OFF! While smooching on the couch, he practically crushed me and paid no attention to my discomfort, didn’t notice I was turning blue and didn’t hear my ribs cracking. He then also tried to sleep over! WTF? He did promise that nothing would happen…. Really? So he went home. But NO JUDGEMENT!
Fifth and (thank god) final date. We were having coffee. Guess what… he was late! When he did arrive, I had decided that I wasn’t going to be the one to make all the conversation. We sat in silence for most of the time. He then told me I was paying the bill and left. Again WTF? Oh and JUDGEMENT!!
I got an email the next week going on about how I was rude and had no manners…. Pardon?? I told him that he was a dick and good luck to anyone who out up with his crap. And I thought that was that. My to my shock, a couple weeks later I get a mail… Hey! How you doing? What’s happening etc etc. Seriously?? Apparently after he was so rude to me, he thought we would be friends. Bless… how could one person be SO delusional? I told him (again) that he was a dick and that I never wanted to speak to him again – I don’t have space for negativity.
So that was the end of that… consider yourself JUDGED and I am back to make my trusty snap judgements! They’re awesome!
