Wow, time flies…

Since I have officially become a “fiancee”


Never in my history of car services as a female alone have I…

Yesterday my car went in for a well-deserved service.  Kobus was the sweetheart that facilitated the whole thing.  We were quoted R 1500-1800.00 for the service in question however in all honesty I was expecting much worst.  It turns out taking a man along goes a long way!!

First off I need to mention that I believe we all take our chances in business, I believe we all take “advantage” of a person’s inexperience in certain situations were we have the upper-hand.  I also believe we are all a bit prejudice.  What I certainly did not expect, was getting far better service because I decided to tag a man (a very handsome man, who happens to be my fiancé) along when coming for the service.

These are a couple of things I happened to notice when tagging my very handsome man and fiancé along to my service :

  • I received the dirty and used air filter in a box as a gift, along with the used spark plugs.  Never in my history of car services as a female alone have I ever received these before.
  • Never in my history of services as a female alone have I ever paid less than the actual quoted amount.  It was only a couple of rands less than R 1500.00, but I am not complaining.
  • In the past I was told my brake-pads are finished and it needs replacing.  Implying right now, it cannot wait a moment later.  This time I was advised that it would need replacing in about a 1000km.
  • I received a quote for a couple of things that needs to be done around the car, new brake light globes etc.  On a formal quotation, with the labour quoted separately – fully knowing that the man in my life would much rather just do that himself, instead of paying someone R 164.74 to do it for me.
  • I get called Mrs. Swart when my fiancé books the car service for me and I quite like it!!

So what have you learnt when tagging a man a long to certain traditionally more manly related events or functions.

p.S  It is exhausting to be so politically correct!   I.E.  traditionally more manly related events or functions.

Happy happy weekend!!

how I became a Fiancée:

Edit to add:  I wrote this post on Monday morning after he asked me to marry him on Saturday the 17th of July 2010.

Kobus had organised everything: My friend had fetched Logan; Kobus had left for work for a bit and I was in the bath, pampering and descrubbing.  The limited information I had, involved packing an overnight bag and preparing myself for an amazing night.  The rest was to be a surprise!

Early the afternoon we arrived at a little lodge close to Hartebeespoortdam.  We were checked into the honeymoon suite and I was overwhelmed with the sudden appearance of a picnic basket, a bottle of champagne and a big bunch of long-stem red roses.  After a hic-up or two regarding the picnic spot we were next  to the dam, Kobus and I with a lot of water as the backdrop.  My heart was skipping a beat because I knew what was coming and as many times as I had painting the picture for myself, the reality of it was more special than I could every had imagined: 

Yes, it involved Kobus on one knee asking me if I will marry him.  This was followed by a many, many sweet words, a part of me didn’t hear.  All because I wanted and needed to reply to his initial question.  We enjoyed a lovely picnic, took lots of photos of us and soaked ourselves in the moment. 

Even though nothing has changed, everything has changed.  I am still the same person, I still love the same person and I honestly though it is just a ring.  (An amazing ring but just a ring)  Yet it isn’t just a ring, it is a ring that symbolises our love.  I am becoming all mushy and need to stop now. 

My status has changed.  I am a new person.  I’m not just Alet or Alet, Logan’s mom.  I am redefined as Alet, soon to be wife of Kobus Swart.