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I would never have thought I would have anything in common with these women, but I find myself in their very same position: Reduced to the ultimate groupie, spending my weekends trailing from one bar to the other, knowing the words to all the songs.

Because flying in the face of all worldly wisdom and motherly advice, I am dating a rock star.

Contrary to popular belief, especially if your man turns out to be the South African breed of rock star, the life of the not so rich and famous is not exactly MTV or reality television material.

Before I moved to Cape Town I was flown down from Nelspruit to come visit him, and as it was a very new relationship, he decided to "cook". I was proudly presented with a home-baked cheesecake upon my arrival at his house.

It tasted peculiar... odd. "Do you like the gherkins?" he asked.

"Gherkins?"

He then explained that by accident, he used the wrong type of cream cheese, something to the likes of onions and, of course, gherkins.

The life of this muso also (luckily) only seems to take on rock proportions during the weekends. On weekdays it is mainly either the cooking channel, National Geographic or even a spot of painting.

Other perks include taking him to meet your very Afrikaans parents ? on the same night my brother brought his new girlfriend along to dinner with the aim of also introducing her to the family. She was at the time going through a tough divorce, because her husband had admitted he was gay and now there was a battle over who would get custody over their young daughter.

However, my brother still thought this was a great idea, because, as he said, "Wait till you see what Petro is bringing!"

With my other half being a drummer, I have also found a new interest in everything that beats, bops, bangs, hammers pounds or thrashes.

This includes a host of jiggymebops at African markets, the occasional broom and household object.

We discuss this situation extensively at work. Two of my colleagues either are or were in the same situation. One was married to a drummer ? a short-lived experience ? while another is married to a didgeridoo player. "Whatever you do," they say, "do not marry him!"

Luckily one of the first things I was sure he understood was that there are, to my knowledge, two reasons why I would break this prime example of a modern day relationship off right at the roots: Either he lies to me, or he proposes.

I can not see it going pear-shaped quicker in any other way. Pamela has since gone through both Tommy Lee and Kid Rock, Kate Hudson's divorce from Chris Robinson apparently came through and Heather has long ago waved goodbye to Richie Sambora.

I, on the other hand, plan to keep this thing going for as long as possible.

Who wouldn't? When I finish work at night, my boyfriend is at home cooking.