while waiting outside chilango on upper st. i didn’t know who to look out for. i looked up sally’s twitter profile and noticed that she had blogged today, “… it’s happening – in one hour. i am burrito date #4. too late to pull out. what have i done? massive cold feet…”
fair enough, but will sally show up? she did. we spotted each other. the date started a bit akwardly. then we both seemed to relax and have fun. sally is from a small place 4 hours north of melbourne. she worked for 10 years in radio over there. but then decided to move to london and into web producing with sky 4 years ago, now she works with virgin media. we talked about sky, and murdoch. sally admires his son lachlan for getting away from the empire, doing his own thing and chilling on a beach in oz with his family. she says where i bold random bits on my blog is a bit like murdochs news of the world.
sally said she hadn’t had a burrito before, but was impressively tidy eating it as the photo indicates. “it’s because i have ocd“. she went for the chicken, pinto beans, guacamole, cheese, lettuce and hot salsa. i went for the pork, pinto beans, guacamole, lettuce and mild salsa.
sally came prepared with questions for me for a change, so i let her at it. she comes from a strong catholic family and wanted to know how catholic i was. we played confession. literally. i went first. “sorry sally for i have sinned, last sunday i dressed up as a nun and had fun with a lot of other nuns”.
sally’s turn. dear, how long has it been since your last confession, “17 years father” dear me, that is a long time. “i used to to mutilate my sisters barbie dolls, by cutting their hair short and scratching them and giving them back to my sister rebranded as “car crash barbie”. shameful. off you go and say five ‘our fathers’ and apologise to your sister.
next question. whice of the three leaders would you ‘marry, kiss and avoid’? i let sally answer her own question. she would marry clegg, snog cameron with vomit in her mouth and avoid brown. am glad the election is tomorrow, maybe we can avoid this topic on the next date.
then we started talking about the 52 burrito dates, a “shitty romcom stamped all over it”. sally asked, when hollywood comes calling, how i intend splitting the royalties with the 52 girls? i wasn’t sure whether to answer it seriously, but i would probably just call up all the girls again and bring them on another date to see the movie!
with “shitty romcom” still ringing in my ears. sally went on to call this a “silly boy project”, and that i was set for a wold of pain when i meat ‘miss perfect’. i didn’t think so, but sally thought i was being naïve, she’s probably right. she then said that the girls on this date are having the last laugh. maybe they are.