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stomped around in them and fallen over!
PartyBharti:
What, like you did last year at Nick’s birthday party? LOL!
    I walked straight into that one. Nick’s birthday party was fine when I sat down, but dancing in those shoes nearly killed me. I lost my balance and, had it not been for
his brother, Paul, I would’ve fallen into the birthday cake! Not that I minded being rescued by Paul, it was the humiliation of everyone else knowing I couldn’t walk in heels that added
to my pain.
    Makdiva:
It wasn’t LOL, it was painful!
PartyBharti:
2 ur EGO!
Makdiva:
That’s it, I’m signing off!
PartyBharti:
OK, I’ll stop. So did you find his place all right?
Makdiva:
No, I nearly missed the stop.
PartyBharti:
U LIE!
Makdiva:
Nope. I pressed the bell, got up and the driver kept on going! All I could see was Nelson’s horrified face as the bus whizzed past him at the bus stop.
PartyBharti:
What happened?
Makdiva:
Well, I raced to the front of the bus and pressed another bell and luckily it stopped. Talk about embarrassing!
PartyBharti:
Uh huh!
Makdiva:
Bharti! A bit of sympathy please?
PartyBharti:
I swear my fingers slipped! It is a bit funny though?
Makdiva:
No. The driver told me I should’ve pressed the bell earlier! Then this old lady got up and had a go at him, because the bell wasn’t working. I jumped off as soon
     as he opened the doors.
PartyBharti:
Where was Nelson?
Makdiva:
He was there. He ran after the bus!
PartyBharti:
Really? That’s sweet. A total RM. I wonder what star sign he is.
Makdiva:
I don’t know yet. Anyway he hugged me.
PartyBharti:
Ohmigod, physical contact before the date? That means you guys are going to get married or something! Did you wear any perfume?
Makdiva:
Er yes, I nicked a bit of my mum’s.
PartyBharti:
Smart move.
Makdiva:
He said I smelled familiar.
PartyBharti:
So quick, tell me what happened!
Makdiva:
Well, he showed me around his house. What now?
    I stopped because Bharti was writing again.
    PartyBharti:
OK 1 more time: I DO NOT CARE ABOUT INTERIOR DECORATING!
Makdiva:
Fine, no need to shout! We watched this really old film called
TeenWolf
and we had popcorn.
PartyBharti:
Any lip action?
Makdiva:
No, can you wait?
PartyBharti:
Hmm . . . did he?
Makdiva:
LOL NOT! We went to his bedroom and played on his PS2.
PartyBharti:
Ohmigod! You went to his bedroom? Why? Isn’t that like going too far on a first date?
Makdiva:
I don’t like him that much! I never sat on his on bed or anything! We were on his floor, playing a game.
PartyBharti:
Phew! It’s weird enough having a first date at his house, but taking you to his room too?
Makdiva:
Bharti it wasn’t like that! You’re as bad as Tanisha! He explained he ran out of money because it was his sister’s birthday and he spent his money on her
     present this month. That’s why he couldn’t ask me to the cinema or anything.
PartyBharti:
OK, I suppose that’s a good excuse.
Makdiva:
It’s good enough for me.
PartyBharti:
So then what happened?
Makdiva:
Well, we kind of had a popcorn fight after I thrashed him on his favourite game. I’m so glad I spent last summer hanging out with Nick.
PartyBharti:
That’s a point. I never did work out how you got Nick away from his books and smoothie-making equipment and glued to his PS2!
Makdiva:
Can we get back to my date?
PartyBharti:
Yeah yeah.
Makdiva:
So then I saw his hand reaching for my face and . . . What?
    I could see Bharti was typing again so I stopped.
    PartyBharti:
LOL! I bet you were like totally freaked out and said, ‘What are you doing?’
    She was right, of course. It was weird to see his hand coming towards me. For a moment I thought I was in trouble and would have to put him in an arm lock, as per
Tanisha’s instructions and then kick him in the shins. But I wasn’t sure how to do that lying on a carpet.
    Makdiva:
OK I was, but only for a split second, I swear! Plus Tanisha had taught me self-defence moves.
PartyBharti:
LOL! So then what happened?
Makdiva:
He pulled out