The Good Guide to Remaining Single

So, today I am putting up a story that I have been working on. I started with it when I was still in South Africa. When I had a look at it here I felt it worth pursuing further. The idea is to put it up as installments every week. At the moment I only have a completed Part I and a partially completed Part II. So, like the rest of you I don't know what's going to happen next or how the story is going to end! I hope it's happy though. I've decided on doing it this way because I think it will be good practice for me. I am terrible at completing any piece of writing if I don't have a deadline and some sort of authoritative figure to uphold it and to disturb my sleep with guilt for missing those deadlines!

The Good Guide to Remaining Single

Part I

Before tomorrow came Sue had to figure out a few things. 

 1)      What would she wear to her date?

 2)      How would she do her hair?

 3)    Should she arrive before or after him? Did she want to see him first or did she want to be seen first?

She was slightly flustered. Even though she was 27 she had never been on a date before. Yes, she had gone out with guys, but it was never labelled as such. It was just hanging out; but going on a dating site you could not escape the term. It was a rite of passage in a sense.  When dating really wasn’t just for fun, it was about survival. It was one of her least favourite things about growing up. Reaching the age where the want of a companion seemed to be really pressing.

It was known that she did not need a man in her life. It wasn’t a death sentence. But what she had come to realise was that there was a part of her that longed to be with someone. A deeper yearning for a someone.  The shock of that fact was that she could never have imagined that such a part existed in her.  This was a dilemma, because it was something she knew she wanted, but something over which she had very little power, or none whatsoever. The truth is that she had signed up for the site, because it was really the only thing she could think of doing at this point.

Now here she was preparing for her first date. Mentally preparing, that is. How did she want to appear to him? Light hearted, carefree, fun? Yes! Light hearted, carefree and fun. She was all those things; sometimes.  However, if she were to examine the underlying emotions, the desire to appear carefree, she would see that it was in fact just a desire, just an appearance, at least in this specific instance.

Anyone who had been ditched two years ago, and had no real romantic attachments to speak of in the meantime, would really be anything but carefree. In fact she carried a big load of care into the whole affair. Even in the emails they exchanged she secreted  a long-standing hope. She could not detect the odour herself.  The whiff of hope and development she recognised in their interaction with one another was merely the breeze blowing her own smell back into her face.  It was what kept her going. It was what made her email him first and eventually ask him to meet her. He had said yes! So, why should it matter who asked who? In the long run such details really are insignificant.

Filled with what she thought was good humour throughout their two week correspondence, she reckoned she was in a good space to go through with this dating stuff, after all. A nervous desperation pressed heavily on her, though. The recipient of all of this undeserved thought and attention was, well, unexceptional.  More so because there wasn’t enough known about the poor soul. He was exceptional because he was the first and because he had responded to her nicely, and that made her feel nice. What she actually liked most about this guy was his very beautiful eyes. And he did indeed have beautiful, big, expressive eyes. On that point she was not mistaken, the photos did not lie. The thing is, beautiful eyes aren’t always the most accurate marker of compatibility. Rather it displays that if one had to choose which eyes to stare into longingly, those would be at the very top of the list.

This entity was quite unaware of the gradual elevation of approval he had gained with her. For him, there was nothing unattractive enough to put him off. She was not his first choice, or a choice, at all. He responded to her email because it did not put him out when he had received it and she seemed nice.  He found that as in life, this virtual dating was heavily stacked against men. So few women to choose from!  Almost always having to do the approaching, at least this one saved him that effort. Although he would have preferred seeing the Indian girl again, who suddenly had to uproot, for a scholarship she had gotten. He was bitterly disappointed. Especially since, before that, the two month thing with the Chinese girl had just really been about sex, and even though the sex was good, he wanted more.  Not more sex, just more.  This new girl did not inspire any excitement, but there was something there that he could not quite define, and it wasn’t at all bad.

The day arrived and Sue found her imagination had adequately supplied knowledge about him, knowledge that no human being had ever been supplied with in a few emails, sent over the space of two weeks.  Although she knew that she could not properly know these things, she was assured that it was just a matter of time before she should know them. Even if they did deviate slightly, or perhaps not so slightly, she believed that on the bigger, more important points her opinions of his opinions would prove true. But really, she had to admit, that she did not know at all, did she? It was just the impression she’d gotten.  Believing herself to be quite objective now, having considered her limitations, she also had to admit that trusting her instincts was overall a good thing.

The universe had made the decision that she should not arrive first, since her train was late. What a relief! One less thing to worry about! She walked to the restaurant, but she found she could not walk fast enough. She was soon to be introduced to the moment that two years of long awaited singleness had come down to. After having almost walked into the glass doors, she shrugged her shoulders, laughed to herself and imagined that he had seen her. That would not be a bad start, it could be endearing, it certainly was a scene worthy of a romantic comedy.

Sue made her way to him and introductions followed.

“I almost walked into the door,” she mused.

“Huh?” he said.

So, he clearly had not seen her, not a trainsmash, “As I was coming in, I almost walked into the doors over there,” she laughed.

“Oh,” he said unenthusiastically.

Okay, so the first point of conversation did not go as well as she was hoping. He was not at all amused or interested it seemed. She would not allow herself to be deterred. This was after all not a dealbreaker. He was to inform her that he was slightly hungover from the night before and tired because he had only gotten to bed at five in the morning. This could have deterred her.  If she were cynical she may imagine that his lack of concern for his constitution on meeting her might have discouraged him from partying all night. She instead thought it was a good thing, because it seemed to prove that he had a healthy and active social life and she had read that one should be wary of individuals who had few friends. Friends he certainly had, five in the morning friends, but what was the difference? 

His first impressions of her were satisfactory. She was pretty, talkative and smiled a lot. When he had woken up earlier that afternoon he was actually dreading this meeting, simply because of the effort he knew a first date deserved. The effort to appear interesting and, more difficult, interested. But as he was sitting across from her as she bubbled away, he realised that a hangover need not be a big problem. It suddenly came to him what it was about her in the emails, he felt comfortable around her. Like one often did in stretched out, fart laden pajama pants. So comfortable that he knew that even though this was a first date he readily shared his past disappointments about the Indian and Chinese girl. She even suggested that he still had the opportunity of rekindling that relationship. Ah! He hadn’t thought of that. This date was turning out to be very enjoyable for him. Not much effort required!

Sue was not encouraged by how comfortable he obviously felt with sharing his past romantic disappointments with her. Even she had to admit this wasn’t a good sign, but somehow she found herself doing the same. The ex that had contacted her earlier this year, the woman who she had been briefly involved with. He really liked that last bit and sympathised that the relationship had not worked out. “It sounds like it could’ve been lovely.” Lovely in part mostly because it was lovely to imagine this pretty girl, with another pretty girl – lovely indeed! Why she told him these things, when she was quite averse to him doing the same, was unclear to her. Really it was just the basic human instinct to compete. She had to show him, that at some point, someone had found her desirable.  Perhaps this would make him find her so too.

Other than this the date seemed to be going well. He even mentioned as much, which in turn encouraged her, where she had been discouraged with his earlier choice of conversation. Even more promising was that on leaving the restaurant she mentioned that she would not need to be accompanied to the train station as she would prefer to take a walk on the beach.  He seemed more than glad to join her and it was his suggestion not hers.  Wow! This was shaping up! Little did she know that it was from a lack of any other pressing engagements that he deemed a spontaneous walk on the beach quite nice, rather than on account of the company that he was sharing.

As their time together progressed and she got to spend more time looking into his eyes, she was convinced that any doubts she may have had earlier where unfounded. This was a good date. He could have gone home, but instead decided to go for a walk with her. What was even more encouraging was him accepting an invitation to her place for tea. He must know that was more than just an invitation. She found that she liked him very much now, even though she had never previously liked anyone with his looks, manners and conversation before. The thought of being liked made her like him more than she honestly could.

For him, he wasn’t completely oblivious that in similar circumstances his behaviour towards her would have appeared as showing interest. But he also did not believe that she had misinterpreted his comfortableness with her. It was clear that if he was interested he would never have mentioned the Indian and the Chinese, he had a sense of decency after all. She was a nice fun friend, nothing more. He dismissed the growing sensation he was feeling, of what, he wasn’t sure.  He was very glad that she was enjoying his company he could clearly see that she was. He was flattered that he handled the situation well.

A Streetcar Named Desire

Last night Erik and I excitedly made our way to watch A Streetcar Named Desire. I was especially keen because Gillian Anderson plays Blanche DuBois and growing up I was a huge fan of the X-files. Scully and Mulder are still one of the best tv romances and I should know; I was raised by tv! In an attempt to be profound I turned to Erik as we were sitting in our seats to let him know that at this very moment Gillian Anderson was preparing herself for the stage. Please do keep in mind that I often mistake profound for ridiculous. To myself I wondered about her "process". Was she nervous? Did she have any rituals? Stuff like that. I thought about how as a teenager I had watched her week after week, on a Friday night, because I loved the show and I wasn't a very popular teenager. For some reason I was turning this into a reunion of sorts. I would be reunited with one of my childhood icons and she in turn would be introduced to a crazy lady from South Africa.

Upon perusing the program we were to discover that this was in fact not a live performance. It was but it was a live broadcast of the performance all the way from England. Our hearts dropped. Really? Instead of seeing Scully in the flesh I would be seeing her onscreen, again. My monologue earlier seemed wholly unnecessary now. It then made sense why the tickets seemed so cheap and why there was nothing on the stage. The latter I didn't even notice, Erik had to point it out to me. But we were there and what else could we do but watch it.

Another reason why I had so been looking forward to watching the play was because I had seen rave reviews about it. I also enjoyed Anderson's performance in Bleak House and was excited to see her in something else. Of course, if I had the choice, I would have preferred to see the show live, but that's the only complaint. It was brilliant and Anderson was enthralling as Blanche. If you have the opportunity, watch it! It was moving, scary and disturbing in the best way, which for me  is having a story that feels so real that it gets under your skin and makes you feel uncomfortable.

"...we don't make mistakes we just have happy accidents"

Before I get into the title of the post I have to relate this truly delightful story. Erik and I were on our way to a book sale, because he is addicted to books. As we were crossing the road this baby in the pram just ahead of us starts shouting, I assume crying, because that's one of the three things babies do. What I wasn't expecting was that there was another baby on the other side of the road who started screaming too. Fact is baby was screaming because he was excited to see his baby friend.

It was just a really cool thing to see. I mean, if you think about it, we never grow out of that. Imagine walking down the street and seeing your best friend unexpectedly. For me this would result in jumping up and down and screaming, so very much like a baby.

Something that I think would also be great for babies and children is this guy -

This is Bob Ross. Here's some more Bob Ross -

People this is good for your children. I've decided that when I have children there will be mandatory Bob Ross time. But don't despair I was only recently introduced to Mr. Ross myself and trust me he works just as well on adults. His soothing and reassuring voice just says, "Everything's going to be okay." I feel like I've just had a therapy session after watching one of these. If you've had a bad day, get into your pj's, get a bowl of ice cream and put on some Bob Ross, he will make you feel better.  Also, did you see how much he enjoys cleaning his brushes?! It really is the simple things, isn't it? Bob Ross makes the world a better place - fact!

Review: Zoo City

Today's review is written by my friend Casey. Casey and I shared an office when I first started working as an admin assistant. I cannot thank her enough for our coffee/chocolate breaks, Nando's lunches and just staring out of windows at the outside world like we were caged mice. Also she is reviewing a South African novel which is great! 

Zoo City                                                     
Casey Louw

ZOO CITY is written by South African author, Lauren Beukes. It is part-mystery, part thriller in that the very details of this page-turner divulge little of the plot and the unpredictability of the book in general makes this all the more exciting for the reader. It won the 2011 Arthur C. Clarke Award in 2011 and the 2010 Kitschies Red Tentacle for best novel. 

This book is forged around main character, Zinzi December. The lifeblood of the plot thickens as the reader discovers that each of the books’ criminals are “animaled” or marked with shame and have to permanently have an animal in their company. Zinzi’s animal is a sloth that lazes around her neck as she goes about her daily business. Other hardened criminals each have a different animal that marks their dark pasts.

The novel takes place in Johannesburg and mores specifically Hillbrow. Zinzi is “animalled” because she gets into a disastrous situation where her brother is killed. Zinzi used to be a journalist and is privy to various addictions which form haunting habits of which she hopes to rid herself.

The plot thickens as Zinzi owes her dealer money and has to make ends meet as well as repay the debt. Zinzi is gifted in that she has the perceptive ability to find peoples’ lost possessions and as such finds herself entwined in various webs of strangers’ lives in an attempt to find things they have lost that mean much to them for sentimental or nostalgic reasons.  The storyline gets juicy when Zinzi gets nudged into the vicarious lives of a brother and sister pop band, where the sister has strangely disappeared and is nowhere to be found; much to the distress of those close to her. Zinzi willingly takes this job as it will be her means to repay the debt she owes to her dealer. 

Here's some more about Casey:

I love to write, any time anywhere. I enjoy a good read but find little time for it, so when I find a good book I tend to burrow under a blanket on the couch for a while. I love the outdoors and travelling. I’m at my happiest around friends and family! I love languages of which I can converse in German and skate by with Afrikaans, which is terrible as I am half Afrikaans. I love South Africa where I find my home, for the people - our ribbon of culture entwined in our talents as artists, musical genies, foodies, teachers and people bulging with voluptuous artistic ability. 

Whose not getting it on in 7de Laan?

Being in the States has me missing South Africa. The ocean, the mountain, the people and the soapies. Yes, the soapies and it got me thinking about something that struck me awhile back when I was still in SA. I thought about 7de Laan and how for some reason unless you’re past the point of childbearing age, like Felicity and Herman, you can forget about being in an interracial relationship! You are allowed to be friends, best friends in fact. You can be social equals,  BUT no matter how much you may have in common the writers have decided that it simply isn’t going to happen.

Now, I know it’s a soapie and expecting realism maybe my fault. However, I am wondering if 7de Laan’s audience really wouldn’t be able to handle some black on white action. Or even some black on coloured action. I am not picky. It just amazes me that 20yrs into democracy where interracial relations are no longer illegal and is a fact of life(which it was even when it was illegal). Like I was saying I probably have way too many unrealistic expectations of a show that has to have a fashion show every few months and where the inhabitants always seem to find the weirdest things hilarious.

I guess what bothers me is that I get the feeling it is something that is being avoided. It’s like  7de Laan exists in some sort of idealised bubble of the “new south Africa”. Yes, black people and coloured people exist - first fact. They are also successful, funny and as interesting and as complicated as a 7de Laan character can be - second fact. All races have sexual desires and will therefore be attracted to each other regardless of skin colour - third fa... Oh, no, sorry that’s NOT a fact on 7de Laan, because for some mysterious reason none of these races ever find each other sexually attractive. I just can’t believe it! Are you telling me there isn’t even a little fling or people making out when they get drunk? Not even a little bumping and grinding at that club they always go to? On the surface the idea of freedom and equality exists, but no white women is allowed to have a black penis inside her.

I realise I am picking on one show. I know that were I to look at the array of South African soapies there would probably be endless amounts of things I could write about race and what it says about South Africa and feel free to do that yourself. As much as I often chide the show in my mind for its ridiculous storylines and then rehashing those storylines, it does have some redeeming qualities. There are interesting characters and some strong female ones like Charmaine and Gita. There have also been very well written and intriguing storylines. And I do believe that the actors are good and that the show could do so much more with what it has. I’m the silly one though for expecting more from a show that doesn’t profess to be something it is not. 

An example to us all

Cankles and Squirrels

Here's a snippet of some newly married conversation

Me: Erik, do you know what cankles are?

Erik: Isn't it ankles that look like cans?

Me: uncontrollable laughter

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Me: Do my feet look like dinosaur claws?

Erik: No! Do you even know what dinosaur claws look like?

Me: No, but I was just wondering.

If you can't ask your husband if your feet look like dinosaur claws, then I just don't know!

Squirrels

I used to hate squirrels. I thought of them as rats but with fluffy tails and also modern day carriers of the plague! They're actually not that bad. It's really fun watching them run around whilst you sit in the park.

Also, squirrels are coming up in the world. Take a look here:

Yes! It's a business squirrel. They exist and are actually taking over the business world. Or so I assume from this picture. If I was making shady business deals, I would prefer making it with a squirrel. Very soon they'll be just like us. I hear they've already started discriminating against female squirrels both in business and private settings. It's reported that female squirrels who occupy the same positions as male squirrels earn less nuts. Way to go squirrels! I knew you could do it!

A Guide to Naps

I simply insist that everyone should indulge in a good nap as often as they can. I don't consider myself an expert on much but on sleeping I definitely am. Sleeping and all its variations. Seeing that it's Friday and the weekend should be about relaxing I offer my expertise on the art of napping here and for free! You can thank me after your nap.

In my research I have found that a good nap is made up of three simple and easy to follow parts.

Part I: Pre-Nap

This involves finding a suitable comfy spot where minimal disturbance would be likely to occur. Best done when no one else is around and won’t be around for a few hours. This is essentially quiet time where you switch your mind off and just relax. A nice cup of tea before the nap might be helpful here but don’t try this if you have a weak bladder, this might wake you up before you are ready. If you are a particularly popular or important individual you may want to tell people to will not be available between such and such a time. Unfortunately, we still live in a society where naps just aren't given the respect they deserve.

Part II: The Nap

This part involves napping to the best of your ability. Part I is crucial to the proper execution of this step.

Part III: Post-Nap

The nap doesn’t simply end the minute you wake up! If you get up too soon, you may end up feeling groggy and become grumpy. However, it is also important that you don’t stay in too long either. This may result in oversleeping and very similar effects to getting up too soon may occur. The best thing to do is to wake up but to lay in for a further 5-15 minutes. Just go through how you feel. Evaluate your nap – was it good? Think about what you ‘re going to eat when you get up. Some salsa and chips would be delicious. Maybe you want a chocolate milk. On a personal note because I am often tempted to stay wrapped in the warm folds of my covers, food is one of the few things that can motivate me to get up. Food and guilt. So, if someone's about to get home soon I don't want them to see I'm napping. Napping is very personal!