A few days ago a guy asked me out on a date. His name is Jude and I've known him for a little while. He goes to the same parties as me. He's not really that attractive in the traditional sense but he's smart and interesting and well spoken so I gave him my number. At my age I can't afford to be to fussy and it's not that often that I get asked out by a guy that doesn't make me throw up a little at the back of my throat. Jude is a designer. I like that.
Tonight he picked me up from the shop. He waited around while Angel and I cashed up. Angel whispered to me "He likes you. I know, I'm psychic." When I told Jude about it later, he was angered "You don't have to be psychic to know that if a man comes to see a lady at work then he probably likes her. My God, that woman is intolerable!"
Aside from that the date went well.