Well, actually, it was wine-tasting! The speedy way.
Isn't it bizarre how everything, at least here in Europe has become speedy?!
On my last two trips with EasyJet, if you didn't get on speedy boarding, then you had to forget any thought of queuing and run for the best seats! It reminds me of my travels to Roma Airport many years ago.
Anyhow, my dear friend Lynda, whom I met some two years ago on a job called today.
"Darling, are you free tonight? You must come and join a few girlfriends for a speedy dating wine tasting. I think there were few places left." She insisted.
"And why not!" was my response. "I've never done one of those before and it's good to try everything in life once.'
I already had an assessment with my new, I must say 'hot' trainer this afternoon so went on after a late lunch with my lovely Girl (daughter) to get ready for the evening's event.
With wet tied-back hair and dressed up in another 'cleavage showing' outfit, I arrived on time! I confess to being a woman all the way and don't always get to places on time. But I'm working on it.
The mini-cab driver refused to accept my directions to go via the embankment so we got stuck in traffic. I explained: "It's not without reason that my friends call me 'cabby'! I've probably been driving in this city since before you were born," I smiled. "But that's fine."
So he then showed off by taking me through the backstreets and getting me there on time! Perfect.
Lynda and two other girls arrived shortly afterwards and we went into the wine-tasting session.
We were handed tags with our names. I wish we could do that at parties to spare me the embarrassment of having to ask people's names so often. As we put them on, I looked at Lynda and said: "Well, mine goes next to my cleavage so anyone can have a good excuse to look!" Haha... We laughed. Life is about laughter.
We sat at tables of six: three men and three women and started with the white wine. The speaker talked about the six different wine varieties we were about to taste.
The first wine from the Loire Valley was to be twisted around the glass whilst holding it by the base so the temperature of your fingers would not affect the taste. You see, I learned something new for sure! Then, after keeping it in the mouth to taste... it was up to you to swallow or spit!
The flavours of oak, raspberry, spice, green apple and acidity all came to mind. We also had to guess the price of each bottle. I was spot on with £6.99 for one! All that shopping has come in handy.
The three men at each table had to move around so everyone could mingle and meet. It turned out a fun evening, going there with the usual idea of 'no expectation' but to meet up with good friends and be happy, paid off again. There was one guy, called Stevie Wonder - as white and English as can be. He was absolutely sweet and charming and also shared my passion for Stevie Wonder - as did Yolanda sitting next to me. The Swiss banker, Paul, was not quite as charming but he tried. Bless. I'd say he had a slight chip on his shoulder. The French city man, Jean-Pierre, seemed a little disappointed and left in the middle of the course. But the most fun part of the evening was at the very end after the meal when the lovely John joined our table with The Irishman, Naughty Tony and the Australian, Robert, with whom we shared a taxi ride later.
"So have you done the speedy dating?" Asked Lynda turning to the boys! Well, boys sound better than guys or men.
"Yes," answered Tony. "A few times. You go online and meet people on it."
For most of us, it was our first time.
"When Lynda called me today, I just went online and quickly booked this Speedy dating wine tasting and here we are." was my input.
"I did the three-minute speed dating once. As we kept moving partners, for questioning every three minutes, I couldn't remember anything of the first nor any others by the end!" Robert said.
"I tried Match, although I know people have met and got married on that, it just wasn't for me." I had to open my big mouth! haha...
"Oh really? How come?" Tony was eager to find out.
"Well, there's something a little stuffy there for me!" Sometimes I wish I could stop words just popping out... "So, what happens now?" I had to redirect the subject fast.
"And did you have sex on it?" I don't even want to recall who asked that!
Now, most people find this kind of questioning too personal and perhaps even rude... I just find it amusing. I couldn't but think of Marilyn Monroe. Cool woman. She couldn't help being sexy!
"As it happens, no," I answered with a certain attitude.
If I am to be truthful (which is the only way I can be) in John I saw a good friend. There was a gentle spark in his eyes. Tony was definitely naughty, it's a trait close to my heart and a fun friend to know. And Robert lives in my neighbourhood. It would be lovely to meet him for a chat over coffee. It is all in the name of friendship. No other intentions. I am also grateful for my friends, like Lynda, who allow me to be part of their lives. Let's open our hearts and our minds and receive.
And finally... I did give my blog card to the boys and to Yolanda. It was lovely meeting you guys xx
Isn't it bizarre how everything, at least here in Europe has become speedy?!
On my last two trips with EasyJet, if you didn't get on speedy boarding, then you had to forget any thought of queuing and run for the best seats! It reminds me of my travels to Roma Airport many years ago.
Anyhow, my dear friend Lynda, whom I met some two years ago on a job called today.
"Darling, are you free tonight? You must come and join a few girlfriends for a speedy dating wine tasting. I think there were few places left." She insisted.
"And why not!" was my response. "I've never done one of those before and it's good to try everything in life once.'
I already had an assessment with my new, I must say 'hot' trainer this afternoon so went on after a late lunch with my lovely Girl (daughter) to get ready for the evening's event.
With wet tied-back hair and dressed up in another 'cleavage showing' outfit, I arrived on time! I confess to being a woman all the way and don't always get to places on time. But I'm working on it.
The mini-cab driver refused to accept my directions to go via the embankment so we got stuck in traffic. I explained: "It's not without reason that my friends call me 'cabby'! I've probably been driving in this city since before you were born," I smiled. "But that's fine."
So he then showed off by taking me through the backstreets and getting me there on time! Perfect.
Lynda and two other girls arrived shortly afterwards and we went into the wine-tasting session.
We were handed tags with our names. I wish we could do that at parties to spare me the embarrassment of having to ask people's names so often. As we put them on, I looked at Lynda and said: "Well, mine goes next to my cleavage so anyone can have a good excuse to look!" Haha... We laughed. Life is about laughter.
We sat at tables of six: three men and three women and started with the white wine. The speaker talked about the six different wine varieties we were about to taste.
The first wine from the Loire Valley was to be twisted around the glass whilst holding it by the base so the temperature of your fingers would not affect the taste. You see, I learned something new for sure! Then, after keeping it in the mouth to taste... it was up to you to swallow or spit!
The flavours of oak, raspberry, spice, green apple and acidity all came to mind. We also had to guess the price of each bottle. I was spot on with £6.99 for one! All that shopping has come in handy.
The three men at each table had to move around so everyone could mingle and meet. It turned out a fun evening, going there with the usual idea of 'no expectation' but to meet up with good friends and be happy, paid off again. There was one guy, called Stevie Wonder - as white and English as can be. He was absolutely sweet and charming and also shared my passion for Stevie Wonder - as did Yolanda sitting next to me. The Swiss banker, Paul, was not quite as charming but he tried. Bless. I'd say he had a slight chip on his shoulder. The French city man, Jean-Pierre, seemed a little disappointed and left in the middle of the course. But the most fun part of the evening was at the very end after the meal when the lovely John joined our table with The Irishman, Naughty Tony and the Australian, Robert, with whom we shared a taxi ride later.
"So have you done the speedy dating?" Asked Lynda turning to the boys! Well, boys sound better than guys or men.
"Yes," answered Tony. "A few times. You go online and meet people on it."
For most of us, it was our first time.
"When Lynda called me today, I just went online and quickly booked this Speedy dating wine tasting and here we are." was my input.
"I did the three-minute speed dating once. As we kept moving partners, for questioning every three minutes, I couldn't remember anything of the first nor any others by the end!" Robert said.
"I tried Match, although I know people have met and got married on that, it just wasn't for me." I had to open my big mouth! haha...
"Oh really? How come?" Tony was eager to find out.
"Well, there's something a little stuffy there for me!" Sometimes I wish I could stop words just popping out... "So, what happens now?" I had to redirect the subject fast.
"And did you have sex on it?" I don't even want to recall who asked that!
Now, most people find this kind of questioning too personal and perhaps even rude... I just find it amusing. I couldn't but think of Marilyn Monroe. Cool woman. She couldn't help being sexy!
"As it happens, no," I answered with a certain attitude.
If I am to be truthful (which is the only way I can be) in John I saw a good friend. There was a gentle spark in his eyes. Tony was definitely naughty, it's a trait close to my heart and a fun friend to know. And Robert lives in my neighbourhood. It would be lovely to meet him for a chat over coffee. It is all in the name of friendship. No other intentions. I am also grateful for my friends, like Lynda, who allow me to be part of their lives. Let's open our hearts and our minds and receive.
And finally... I did give my blog card to the boys and to Yolanda. It was lovely meeting you guys xx
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