A date!

No, not me. Albert and Lucy have been on a date. (Even my blog posts have more of a social life than I do. How depressing). It seems there was an instant attraction. Of course, this meant that they were rather shy and awkward around eachother for the first couple of days. You know how it is. You get all tongue-tied. You don't want to show your true feelings in case they're not reciprocated. And, of course, they already share a home. "What if things didn't work out?" they thought to themselves. They'd still have to live together. Plus if they didn't get on, I might have to delete one of them. Neither was too keen to die, or to live with survivor guilt. In short, there was a lot riding on it when Albert blurted out,

"Oh, to Hell with it, Lucy! I just can't hold it in any longer. You're... umm... oh... you know..."

"Oh, so are you, Albert! I'm so relieved."

"You mean... you like me?"

"You're wonderful. The way you blush around me is so cute. And Arial 10 point looks so good on you."

"And I can hardly take my eyes off your Verdana. And you wear it in 10 point, just like me. It's like we were meant to be together."

"Albert, let's get out of here. Where can we go?"

"You mean we can get out of here? I thought we were stuck here."

"Oh, don't listen to that Occasional Poster chap. He's clearly unreliable. Let's just go!"

"Ok, here goes. I don't know if this is going to work, but grab my hand, close your i's and... Now!"

Here is where they ended up. It wasn't an auspicious start, and said much about what was on Albert's mind at the time. But Lucy didn't mind. She was actually quite flattered. Although she pretended not to be.

"Albert!:)" she exclaimed, in what she hoped was a horrified fashion. But even he could see the little smile she was trying to hide and they both burst out laughing.

"Sorry... Umm... do you want to try it this time?"

"I just hope the same thing doesn't happen to me!" she chuckled. And off they went gallivanting around the interweb. I don't know about you, non-existent readers (and Taiga and patroclus), but I rather envy them. There are so many great places to go. Below is how the date progressed:

First (much to Lucy's embarrassment - "Humph! That was your fault!").

Then here - which they found both a little odd and for the most part utterly wonderful. But a touch noisy for proper conversation, so onwards they went...

dropping in here to say 'Hi' (as they'd been so very kindly invited and happened to be in Finland already). Before moving on to find some liquid refreshment.

This is where they found themselves. It was the first bar Albert or Lucy had ever been to, but even they weren't too sure about the place. They turned to eachother, shrugged their shoulders and went in anyway. Maybe this was what all bars looked like. They ordered drinks, but all the bikers kept staring at them. Perhaps if they'd been written in a hairier or more leathery font they would have been accepted. Who can tell. Anyway, it was clearly time for another venue change.

Quite some while was spent in here. They'd been intending to go elsewhere, but for some reason they just lost track of time.

Not unconnectedly, they eventually felt compelled to go here - I rarely go in these places myself, but they have this great "frites sauce" dip thing in the Amsterdam ones. Lucy and Albert certainly thought so. Which was what prompted them to google their way over to this place for the real thing. So many "sauzen", so little time.

Finally, it was time to return home. And don't worry, on the way back they disposed of their takeaway wrappers responsibly.

All in all the date went swimmingly. Kisses were exchanged, hands were held, some tentative caressing went on, but as you can see they're sleeping separately (which took great self-restraint on both their parts), though most probably dreaming about eachother. Don't they seem peaceful? Blissful, even. In fact, neither of them has been happier.

However, there is a dark cloud on the horizon for our happy couple. Nope, I'm not going to delete them out of jealousy. Far more interesting than that. When they awake Albert and Lucy will not be alone. Miranda will be here. Literally here. This post. Do you see? Good, good.

Who knows what chaos and complications her multi-fonted, multi coloured, link-strewn presence will bring? Who knows whether I'll get around to posting again? Everything depends on my ever-changing whims. And everyone knows how undependable whims are.

To be continued...

perhaps...