Introduction

I arrived in Cape Town on the 18^th day of July. It was windy and chilly (that’s an understatement – it was effing cold for me!). My last visit here was in March 2008. So it was more than 2 years ago that I last saw my boyfriend.

The flight was shorter compared to the last one as there was no lay-over so from crying non-stop (my first time moving abroad), I switched to feeling excited as the time got closer. As soon as they announced that we would be landing soon, my heart started to beat like ape-shite crazy. Just imagine how I felt when we landed!

As we disembarked the plane, I went a bit pale as I was thinking about my belongings. I was moving abroad, not just a one week visit so I had 4 bags with me – 1 being extremely big!) and they could have been shipped elsewhere! As soon as I saw all 3 of them (1 bag was my laptop bag - do the math), I began to gather my composure and headed out. By now, I was hyperventilating (okay, a tad exaggeration there!). I scanned the waiting floor and I saw this tall, sexy, handsome man. You guessed it right, it was my man. I wanted to jump on his bones at that very moment but I remain poised and greeted him with a kiss and hug (at least that was better than the first greeting on my first visit ‘smile’).

The first few days were spent catching up on things (if you know what I mean and that hasn’t stop, mind you ‘wink’) and later on, I was introduced to his mates. Two of which he sees/talks to quite frequently. Henk* and Steven* are nice and friendly (which men aren’t?) and each one of these men has his own unique personality. I am not much of a talker. I can write long emails but don’t talk a lot unless you give me a couple glasses of Coca-Cola or wine. Speaking of wine, I really think I was spiked that one time Dawie* and I went out drinking! I’ll blog about that some other time.

Back to the topic of meeting his friends, I am trying to remember if I ever talked more than 10 sentences and the result is… I don’t think I’ve talked more than 5 sentences each time we met. The last time I met Steven must have been the most I’ve talked to him! This is not something I’m proud of because I’ve been labelled a snob more than a couple of times in the past due to the fact that I don’t talk a lot. The last thing I want is to come across as a snob to Dawie’s friends. I speak when I need to or when I have an opinion on something interesting. In retrospect, alcohol or sugar will help ‘smile’.

I’m the type to take notice in my partner’s interests in his life. Meeting family and friends of his, his core values, political views – those are important to me as those things tell me the sort of person he is. Meeting his parents wasn't as nerve-wrecking as I thought it'd be. They are a lovely couple and it's pleasing to the eyes to see the interaction between Dawie and his parents. In some instances, it reminds me of my family and I which I miss very much. My late mother used to tell me to look out on how he treats/speaks to his mother, friends and the things he likes because from all that, you can almost tell what type of a man that guy is.

That said, he loves and enjoys cricket and rugby along with many other sports/games so I was prepped on both the games, pretty much as soon as I arrived ‘smile’. I’ve taken a liking to rugby and I have yet to fully understand cricket. The only time I get excited is when there’s a wicket. To see a wicket happened – brilliant! I’m slowly taking interest in poker, thanks to him. I don’t pretend to like something he likes for the sake of pleasing him – to me, that’s just a waste of time.

I’ve known him long enough to know the type of a man he is. Given the way we met, we got to know each other’s personality first. Anyone who has experienced getting to know someone online would agree that for the most part, one connects emotionally and mentally first and foremost. The physical connection comes later on which I have to add is so worth the wait!

*Names have not been changed