The Lord Duke

I met a bonafide Lord Duke (he convinced me he was) last night. He was very opinionated and that gave me the urge to scratch my initials on his black pajero with a hairpin. But since I wear no hairpin, I'll let it pass.

We shared the same quirk of squeezing lemons on garlic sauce. It made sharing the seafood platter easier. (In retrospect, I had to forego that.) Dinner stretched till close to midnight and my defences were wavering. He planted a sloppy kiss on my cheek, said goodnite and invited me out for dinner again tomorrow.

I didn't say yes and I haven't said no.I might go, should there'll be no other agenda as rare as a free dinner at Modestos.

An intriguing date (and complimentary meals) these days are becoming limited simply because ma absolute has chosen to crawl home instead of flying the skies. (well, no not really.)

I must remember to stash a hairpin in my hair somewhere should I decide to go. Just in case.