Had another date tonight. We were supposed to meet under the pergola at Bürkliplatz, which is the place in Zürich where the ferries are anchoring. I was there on time, walked around, saw a guy who I thought was the one, walked up to him to ask "are you H?". He wasn't.
A pergola I understand is a secluded place with a roof over, we used to have one in the garden when I lived abroad. I wasn't sure where that was, so called him. He had given me his number. He was there he said, under the pergola, so walked around again and couldn't shake the feeling that the guy I had asked was the one (sitting there with his phone). So I asked again "are you sure you're not H?". He still wasn't.
Eventually I phoned again (quite irritated) and he was on the other side, claiming that the real Bürkliplatz was where he was. If he would've said the old dancing place I would've known.
Anyway, he was quite ok. Perhaps not my type exactly, but ok to spend an evening with. I was quite clear though, that any horizontal surfing would not be happening.
And even though he had a sense of humour, it wasn't my kind of humour. And I frown upon having hands on my thigh when not invited.
Nevertheless, even though not all of the people I meet are gonna be lifetime friends, they all have interesting stories and I like being out there. I believe it's called living the life.
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I would have also waited where you were I think. and that's not a Pergola, its a Rotunda.
Sounds you're having fun though, (even if the thigh thing sounds a little sleazy), enjoy!
B
I knew I was right! Yes, agree, a tiny bit sleazy but it's not like I cannot defend myself.
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