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Lindiwefinally meetsa manwhoseemsunconcerned about her past –

butshedoesn’tknowmuchabouthis either

Dating confessions

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OU’LL never believe it,”
Lindiwe said excitedly
“At long last I’ve got a
date!”
“Brilliant news,” said
Dudu, waving nail var-
nish bottles at her.
Lindiwe looked at the
colours. Should she go for Blood Red or
something more subtle?
She was in her mid-30s and had been
widowed for two years. The two off-duty
police officers were close friends.
“Tell me all about him,” Dudu said,
“What’s his name?”
“Scott Nkomo.”
“And is he handsome?”
“Well, I’ve only seen one photo. I found
him through a dating agency.”
“You can never be too sure,” Dudu
warned. “Where are you meeting?”
“We’re going for a coffee.”

“So long as you’re seeing him in a pub-

lic place and tell people where you’re

going and when you’re due back.”

“I know the rules. I am a police officer,

remember,” Lindiwe laughed. “I don’t

know if I’m excited or scared.”

“Probably a bit of both. You’ve been on

your own for a long time,” her friend said.

“I’m sure it was easier when I was a

teenager. I met Bongani in high s c h o o l .”

“Just take it slow,” Dudu suggested,

“one step at a time.”

Lindiwe spotted Scott straight away.

There was something familiar about

him, but she’d been staring at his photo

for hours.

He smiled when he recognised her.

“Coffee, or something stronger?” he

asked, pulling back a chair for her.

“Coffee would be great,” Lindiwe said.

She watched Scott as he went to order

their drinks. He was tall and lean with

muscles in all the right places. He had a

relaxed manner about him.

“Do you want another coffee?” he

asked after only a few minutes.

“I’ve only just started this one,”

“Sorry,” he laughed showing her his

empty cup. “I always rush things when

I’m nervous.”

“You seem very chilled.”

“I’m anxious inside,” he admitted. “I

didn’t know if you’d show up. Then I won-

dered if we’d find anything to say.”

“I’ve not let you get a word in,” Lindiwe

laughed. She’d given him a potted history

of her life before she’d even tried her

coffee. “I’ll shut up. Tell me about you.”

“There’s not much to say. I’ve got my

own business. It’s all work and no play.”

“But you’re here now,” Lindiwe said

with a smile.

“Shall we go for a meal next time?” he

asked. Lindiwe felt a thrill of excitement