At the beginning of this week, after an amazing Easter
weekend in Plettenberg Bay, my entire family squished ourselves back into the
car and began our journey back to Gordon’s Bay and reality. We had said our
goodbyes and settled into the car and had made it through the first ten minutes
of the six hour journey when I looked at my phone and realised that I had an
unread text.
As I was busy opening it up I groaned as I realised that it
was a group message. Now the thought process behind Whatsapp groups is great.
If you are trying to coordinate an event or project that requires more than two
people then it solves a lot of problems. But there is a huge flipside to it and
that is that eventually these groups seem to erode into a mass of boring texts
that nobody has time to read.
This one however was very, very different. This message was
from one of the editors at Die Matie who was looking for a journalist to cover
a political talk that would be happening the following day. Now why would that
excite me? Well the talk was to be conducted by the Democratic Alliance’s
Shadow Minister of Finance.
For those of you who don’t know who he is, his name is Tim
Harris and he is possibly the sexiest man alive. I mean he is properly gorgeous
and I only knew this because a couple of weeks before my best friend and I had
Google stalked him after he became one of the latest Twitter trends.
Anyway, I jumped at the opportunity and said that I would
cover the story (and then spent the next half hour texting my best friend to
tell her that I would be going to one of his talks).
So on Tuesday at one o’clock in the afternoon I found myself
walking into Huis Marais (one of the guys’ resses on campus), looking lost and
trying desperately to find someone who actually knew what the hell was going on
and where the talk was going to be conducted. I eventually found the talk and
took loads of pictures while I was probably meant to be taking notes on what he
said. And before I knew it, the talk was over and I was packing up my things
wishing desperately that I had taken more photos.
And then my heart stopped.
One of the guys who had organised the talk had called me
over and asked me if I had any questions that I wanted to ask Tim Harris. Well
I nearly proposed on the spot. And with that thought stuck in my head I tried
desperately to try and think of something intelligent to ask him but his blue
eyes were staring at me and I have absolutely no idea what I ended up asking
him but I know for a fact that he can read minds because somehow through all my
stuttering and blushing he managed to find a question that he could answer.
I tried so hard to
listen to his answer but I could hear my heart beating in my ears and I
suddenly realised that he is even sexier up close than he is on stage or in
photos. Eventually I managed to compose myself and become semi-intelligent. I
asked a couple of questions and I actually managed to have a ten minute
conversation with him after which I am quite sure that I fell head over heels
in love with him. And just as I was thinking that I could probably get away
with murdering his wife he shook my hand, thanked me and walked away.
Well, it’s official. There is a god. Tim Harris is the
perfect man and only a god could have created that man. Anyways, the point is
that I hope you all had a bloody good Easter weekend and if you didn’t then go
do yourself a favour and Google stalk Tim Harris.
