“I’ll have the Rogan Josh, too.” I’d need to curry favour on our first date.
A steaming bowl of delicious looking lamb in a rich red sauce arrives. I’d never tried curry but want something in common with my hot date, before we began talking about other topics, such as our likes and dislikes.
“Hot, hot, hot.” Mortified, I spit out a mouthful, spraying lamb pieces over the white tablecloth. And Barry.
“Sorry.” I fan my mouth, gulp down a cooling glass of white wine.
Barry doesn’t seem to think I’m hot. Seems I’m a dislike. No second date.
A steaming bowl of delicious looking lamb in a rich red sauce arrives. I’d never tried curry but want something in common with my hot date, before we began talking about other topics, such as our likes and dislikes.
“Hot, hot, hot.” Mortified, I spit out a mouthful, spraying lamb pieces over the white tablecloth. And Barry.
“Sorry.” I fan my mouth, gulp down a cooling glass of white wine.
Barry doesn’t seem to think I’m hot. Seems I’m a dislike. No second date.
