The Cape Town Holidate, Part One

The Cape Town Holidate, Part One

For my younger readers the information you are about to read is not safe and should not be done unless supervised. For my older readers – we’re not getting any younger…

On Paper:

Don’t speak to strangers on the internet and don’t go on holiday with them.

In Reality:

I’d let myself go; I hadn’t had a date in three months, the only dangerous thing about me was my personal hygiene and all my free time was now spent watching every Bake off series on Netflix

When suddenly a message came through on Instagram…

“Danger, are you there?”

“Good, because your time has come.”

“Come for what?”

“An African Adventure…”

This sounded omnious, so I investigated further – from his photos he appeared a well travelled man, big fan of activities and went by the name of…

“Melvin, this is pretty rogue.”

“I thought you were, Dangerous Debbie?”

And just like that, something inside me awoke –

“You heard. This is the flight you need to catch so book your tickets – if you’re not too scared.”

I weighed up my options; spend the rest of my life watching Bake Off farting into a sofa or go on a holidate with a random man I met on instagram and possibly die.

The Departure

I arrived at the airport and messaged Melvin, thinking if something didn’t feel quite right at least I could bolt before boarding the plane to a country eleven hours away –

“Melvin, I just arrived – where are you?”

“Flying the plane – I’m the pilot. See you in Cape Town.”

11 hours later… 

But Melvin wasn’t mental at all, he didn’t get stressed when I struggled to make any decision, or when a condom fell out his pocket whilst checking in…

Holidating was just like dating (at first) we drank bottles of rose,  discussed mutual friends

“Think your mate Timmy emailed in for a date a couple of months ago.”

“Small world! Speak of the devil he’s face timing  right now – say hey!”

I tried new food and spat it out

Went on a romantic train ride

And ended our day with a taster menu of six courses at La Mouette with matching wine.

Then I decided to ride something else home…

Day One

And this is how the Holidate differs, because on a normal date you can go home – feel horrendously sorry for yourself and sit in a dark room pondering you’re existence but on a holidate…

…They see it all.

“What?!”

“You’re just hungover, Debbie.”

“No seriously, this is different – my stomach is cramping.”

“What do you need-”

“Are you sure you’re not just hungover”

“No, this is much, much worse…”

And as the minutes passed, my illness deteriorated…

“Melvin, I need to see a doctor – my stomach is becoming unbearable.”

“Are you sure you’re not just hungover?”

“Ok, ok – let’s get you to the pharmacist.”

We got dressed quickly and Melvin drove us to the pharmacy fearing the worst.

“Debbie, what do you think is the matter? So I can tell the pharmacist.”

“Right.”

Melvin wondered off as I collapsed doubled on the floor and he returned minutes later hands filled with tablets…

“Debbie, I’ve got you some paracetamol, ibuprofen, something specifically for stomach cramps and nausea.”

But it was too late.

“What’s the point…”

He lifted me from the floor and carried me back to the car as I gave my final requests.

He strapped me in and watched as I struggled to swallow the tiny pill  …

“Shall we just go back to the hotel, Debbie? Just take it easy for the day.”

But then something caught my eye.

“I dunno…”

“What do you wanna do?”

“We could always get something to eat first?”

“Do you feel well enough for food though?”

“Where do you fancy?”

….

And miraculously…

“Feeling better?”

Day One – Take Two

Melvin drove out of town, briefly commenting on my miraculous recovery  –

“Who knew McDonald’s cured death.”

And drove onto Boulders Beach where I made friends with a penguin…

…Then some security guards came over with a gun and told us to get behind the barriers.

We drove for another hour west with not a moment of silence, because Melvin knew everything

“Debbie, did you know a warthog is a giraffes best friend?”

“No?”

“Yeah beacause a warthog has really poor eye sight so they spend time with giraffes as they see for them.”

“That is so cute!”

“I know, also their tongues are antiseptic so if you snog them it’s actually quite good for you.”

“You been necking off with giraffes, Melv?”

“I was last night…”

We reached Cape Point, otherwise known as:

And marvelled at the views

And then Melvin marvelled at me…

“Why did you just kiss me?”

“Just thought it would be nice to kiss you at the end of the world, Debbie.”

Then I ruined it…

“Do you wanna have sex?”

“No.”

We drove back to Cape Town, and headed to our final destination of the day which was one of Melvin’s favourite places.

“The names a bit cringe, Debbie – but trust me the food is insane, you can never go wrong with this place.”

We ordered every fish imaginable…

…And discussed our trip and a witty instagram caption for my photo with the penguins when Melvin started eyeing his lobster claw curiously.

“That meat looks a bit white, like undercooked – what do you think, Debbie?”

I’ve never eaten anything that can’t be microwaved.

“Nah, I wouldn’t worry, Melv – looks alright to me.”

The Cape Town Holidate, Part Two

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2 Comments

  1. Dangerous Dave Gibbons
    May 17, 2018 / 4:12 am

    Yay! Love that you are dating and blogging again Dangerous Debbie. Highlight of the Internet you are Hun 🙂

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