This past Wednesday was an eventful day. Just after I got back from Gina’s from practisisng Maths, I got a call from Caas. He aked me if I want to “do coffee”. Now this phrase has a lot of connotations to it. There are lots of ways to “do coffee”. We then get into this light debate about “doing coffee”, drinking coffee, and Gaydar’s way of “doing coffee”. It was very interesting as he loves doing coffee, but not “drinking” coffee. He says that he likes his coffee white with hot milk. Other conotations came into my mind when he said this (I think you know what I mean).
In the end I realised what he meant by doing coffee. See we went to the “Twelve Appostles Hotel and Spa” to “do” this coffee. The place is just after Camps Bay. It is magnificent. It has a leapard print carpet, it has fantastic leather and soft coushioned chairs. It has a balcony looking over the atlantic ocean. Theres a lady that plays music while you eat and drink. It is such a relaxed atmosphere. The weather was perfect. You could see the starts in the sky. Anyways I was having a glass of wine while he ordered latte. He doesn’t drink (don’t know how he does it). The lady was singing all kinds of beautiful tracks, but the one that stuck in my mind was killing me softly. At that moment, I was thinking about how this place was killing me softly.
This is the life, I thought to myself. But someone has to work for it. It doesn’t just come. So we were the last people to leave the place, it was like past one in the morning. We must have been there about 5 hours or so. It felt so magical. I will admit, I was charmed! I don’t know if Caas knew I would like the place, but I was blown away. I felt like a high school kid who had just been asked to go on a date with the captain of the footbal team.
We made our way back home. We stopped infront of the ocean. The water was dark and it was windy. I felt a little bit weird at first. The ocean can be very scary at night with thought of how insignificant you are compared to it’s majesty. I love the ocean, but at night it can be daunting. Thoughts of where I am heading with my life and career came flooding. Could not help but wonder where I will be in three years time. In the midst of all of this I saw a SHOOTING STAR! It was my first ever shooting star. I had never seen one before in my life. I have always heard of people making wishes upon them and so I did the same.
It was a beautiful night, I felt special. Thats how Caas makes me feel,……….. special. He said I was gorgouse. I only use that word to describe something really beautiful like Gucci bags, or Orlando Bloom, or Louise Vittone. I love it when someone says I’m gorgouse. Caas has restored my faith in the male species. I don’t know what is going on between me and Caas. I really don’t. I am not sure, if I want to know. I think somethings are better left undefined. Although by defining it as “undefinded” haven’t I allready “definded” it?
