I have

a tendency to put my "foot in my mouth." Not just any foot. No, I do it properly. I normallyput a stiletto boot in my mouth.
It's horrible.
We were invited to one of my man's very good friends for dinner. His girlfriend cooked the most amazing meal. I was in heaven. Prawns were involved. Need I say more?
I raise the fact that I saw my man's mate in a past issue of the Cleo Magazine and how great the photos were.
I immediately saw his girlfriend look uncomfortable and she said: "Yes, well, if he wants to parade around as a bachelor then it can always become a permanent arrangement."
Cold.
He has been entered into a magazine to be one of the sexy bachelors. It's now open for the public to vote.
I don't see a problem with that. Unmarried men are bachelors. It would be another story if he was being called an Eligible Bachelor.
Different thing.
Unbeknownst to me, they had been fighting about this before we arrived and now my man just phoned to tell me, that they continued to fight after we left and the whole of yesterday and now they've broken up.
I feel awful. I know I didn't have anything to do with it, sure, but I do feel bad.
Crap.

On a better note, I had the best day yesterday. We drove out to Magaliesberg, late of course, and as we got out the car, I immediately said: "Smell that?"
"Smell what?"
"Fresh air! Aaah! Breathe deeply!"

We walked inside (my man still wasn't too clear as to what the surprise was) and was immediately greeted by the Queen of Queens and a woman. We are very open to gay people, I have several gay friends actually, but once I told my man what was happening, he looked at me like: This man is going to be touching and rubbing me. Seriously?
He fluffed around us, all very politely but enthusiastically and told us "sweeties" to get undressed and come out as soon as we were done.
We went into 3 hours of pure bliss at the Spa. It was so wonderful to relax. The hot stone massage was fab but the dude kept talking through out and then he spoke about his children and wife. Stop the bus. *Record screech*
Say what?
It was rather amusing. I totally misjudged him, but seriously...he was incredible effeminate.
After our aromatherapy bath, massage, facial etc the conclusion was that the man absolutely LOVED IT. I don't care what they say, men LOVE being pampered.

Afterwards we drove around for quite a while until we eventually turned back and went across the road to a place called Ambrosia's. We sat near a log fire, drank Gluhwein and my man ate pizza and I had the chicken schnitzel.
I was so content.
The weather wasn't sunny like I had hoped, but it was damp, cold and misty. It was actually perfect. Who would have thought?