I went to dinner with Wynand and Vittoria (his girl-friend) last night, and they were just sooo nice. I rather wish they had been just a little mean and nasty, but that's not Wynand's way. It was a good time, although I found it hard to disguise the fact that I think Wynand is hot and that he can have me any time that he wants me.

Vittoria is so beautiful - one of those marvellous South African blondes with that lovely South African accent. She's an accountant in Joburg, but she grew up on a farm in the Free State, so we had something in common at least.

Towards the end of the evening, Wynand and Vittoria were exchanging little conspiratorial glances and I knew they wanted to tell me something. Finally, Wynand blurted it out. Earlier that week he had proposed to Vittoria and she had accepted. They had not told anyone other than me. Both of their families live outside of Joburg so they are going out this weekend to announce the good news. I gave Wynand a congratulatory kiss (only on the cheek - but I made sure I left some of my lip gloss there) and gave Vittoria a big hug and a cheek kiss. I think they are made for each other - but bugger it, I do like him.

They dropped me off after dinner, I went to my room, and yes, you've guessed it, I burst into tears. I'd like to say that they were tears of happiness for Wynand and Vittoria, but they were really tears of disappointment. I truly wish them well.

Dammit!