In 1983, a beautiful British lady came to South Africa on holiday with her parents.
After booking into the Four Seasons hotel in Durban, they were unsure of what to do for the rest of the evening. The lady approached the manager who was standing in the foyer, and asked his advice.
There was an immediate attraction between the two.
The manager made a few suggestions, as to what entertainment there was along the Durban beachfront, and bid them a good evening.
Throughout that week, the two greeted each other on passing. One evening the manager was sitting at the back of the Persian Room ladies bar at his hotel listening to the music and winding down after his busy day. The lady and her parents were sitting at a table in the front of the room, listening to the band. The lady turned and waved, and shortly the two were sitting together having a drink.
Later that evening, once he had closed up the daily operations, the manager and the lady went out for a drink at the Cloud Nine Bar at another beachfront hotel. Conversation was polite and friendly, with ‘I think you are my type of man/woman’ sparks flickering brightly between the two.
At the end of the evening, whilst walking the lady back to his hotel, the handsome manager asked the beautiful lady if she would join him for dinner the following evening. She readily accepted the date, arrangements were made and they bid each other good night. No kisses yet, even!
The following evening the couple met in the Four Seasons Hotel foyer. The beautiful lady was dressed in the most becoming green dress, matching her eyes and sensually contrasting with her long, soft auburn locks. The sun-tanned manager, blonde hair brushed carefully, was casually dressed in slacks and pale blue shirt to match his startling blue eyes.
The dinner, at the famous smorgasbord of the exclusive Edward hotel, was candle lit and accompanied by romantic music, good wine and lots of meaningful eye play.
At one point during the meal during a lapse in their absorbing conversation, and still a little uneasy in each other’s company, the manager said, “When we get married are we going to have boys or girls?”
Seeing that the beautiful lady was taken aback, the manager said, "Don’t worry, I was only joking.”
The meal continued in a happy lighthearted manner - when the beautiful lady looked into the hotel managers blue eyes and asked, “Was that a proposal of marriage?”
The manager looking at her stuttered, “Yes.”
And, that is how my beautiful Mummsy and the old fart were engaged to be married. On the second night of knowing each other - I do not know who the fastest operator is!
Am I not just the luckiest kitty cat for having such amazing parents? Twenty-eight years later, they are still madly in love with each other.
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