I sure hope it does, otherwise I’m getting myself tested for altzheimers…. I’m in the cafe yesterday because I suddenly had the attack of the munchies and needed reinforcing before I tackled the ‘no matter how much I pack there still seems to be more’ packing at Kommetjie. As I’m walking towards the ice cream fridge (don’t judge me) this bloke gives me a huge smile and says in that *gosh haven’t seen you in ages but I sure know you* tone “Hi, how have you been?”
Internal response…. “Who the *beep* are you?”…. actual response *mumble* “Finethanksandyou?” I then took ages choosing an ice cream and loitered around the back of the shop waiting for him to leave so that I didn’t end up having one of those awkward *I’m talking to you but I have no friggen clue who you are* conversations. I swear I’ve never met him before in my life.
Scary thing is, this happens to me A LOT, either I look a helluva lot like a whole bunch of women out there or I’m losing my mind. I need another ice cream.
Nope, no link between ice cream and dementia. I looked. I even contemplated writing a hoax Wiki page, but that’s too much trouble.
There are, however, links between dementia and stress, age, weight, blood pressure and lack of exercise…
Pity the garage doesn’t have a bed in it yet…
Garage? I have a garage?
Where did I put it?
Calm down, kiddies. My take on it is simple … there are *so many men* out there that find you so irrisistable, that they have to strike up some sort of conversation. The *gosh haven’t seen you in ages but I sure know you* tone actually translates to *damn, I’d like to *beep* *beep* *beep*.
I’d like to… erm… what was that thing we used to do again?
Misspent youth perhaps????