Dale has gone on to provide many laughs with the way that he thinks/doesn't understand humour or women, but what often makes it more funny is that he doesn't have a clue that it is funny and often gets angry at how funny I find things. This has often meant that he has gone for several hours, days, weeks where he will not speak to me. It is nothing to do with the fact that I am being mean, because if anything it is a compliment that I find what he says funny. But he doesn't know how to laugh at himself or understand the concept of sarcasm. And with the majority of things that come from my mouth having a sarcastic tone, my relationship with Dale is often strained.
My Birthday came around.. bringing several new conversations between Miss Cupcake and I. Starting with a meal at Nando's with Jackie and Emma. As a previous market town that has grown considerably since I moved here 20 years ago, we are still only gradually getting basic amenities like Nando's that other larger towns had had for months.
Anyway, as an introductory offer and on the proviso that we gave feedback, we were given vouchers for a free meal at the newly opened restaurant. However on being given the feedback form I noticed that we had to give our age. And the boxes were as follows: 18 and Under, 19-24, 25-31 etc. I had gone up a box. This was a life defining moment. I felt that no longer was I in the young adult box, nope, I was in the fully fledged adult box. Oh crap. Does that mean I have to learn to be more responsible? That I have less time to find a man to marry and have babies with? That I have less time to find a man I even like, let alone want to spend the rest of my life with and bear his children?! Well well well. Who'd have thought chicken and chips could be so deep.
Across the pub I noticed someone who I had a long term no-go crush on. He was a friend of the brother of Him. I knew him well as throughout my 6 year relationship with Him, we frequently socialised. He is one of the people you think are fit but would never act on. I said hello on my next trip to the bar thought nothing of it and rejoined the girls. As the only smoker of the group (I know, I am bad) I went out for a cigarette with Jackie for company. On lighting up Mr T. and his friends came out for a cigarette also. And literally as soon as I looked up Mr T. came over and said hello and engaged in conversation. It had been a while since I had seen him so it was small talk, you know "How you doing? how you been?" etc. Then he came out with a rather suggestive comment about my appearance and the trousers that I was wearing. Which in my usual fashion I blushed at and just tried to brush over so the blushing would disappear!