Queen of the Night - or not?
Well, we did go to the opera, and it was wonderful, I have to say. We had seats right in the front row, funnily enough in the exact same position as Mrs K's sister and I sat when we went see a (much cheaper) production of Flute at the QEH a year or two back.
Indira was pretty impressed by the opera house itself ("I feel as if I'm on a school trip") and then the production was really spectacular, with a real sort of German Romantic edge to it, all a bit Tales of Grimm. I'd not actually seen Die Zauberflote in German before, and it really made a difference to the feel, while the set design and mise en scene were practically cinematic - huge sun and moon moving across the stage and so on. Indira pronounced herself "amazed".
No misbehaviour though. We had a peck-on-the-cheek/big hug thing when I put her on the tube home, but that was it. And when I sat beside her on the banquette as we nibbled our interval sandwiches she didn't look too keen, so I moved back onto my chair. But who cares? It was still a really nice night. Perhaps a shame we didn't have more time to talk, but I dare say there will be other opportunities for conversation in the future.
Anyway, that was almost three weeks ago now. I felt the need to let it settle, but we should go somewhere else soon I think. We've been chatting rather a lot at work and I think people may be beginning to suspect something, at least that I'm making a fool of myself. She's trying to persuade me to lobby for a sofa in our new improved office kitchen now, after I threw my weight behind her plan to try and get us an aquarium. We've agreed the next "adventure" will be a Bollywood movie, and again I've left date and location up to her...
Yesterday she had a difficult morning at work and I suggested she looked in need of a nice cup of tea and a sit down. Unfortunately she interpreted this an an invitation and went and waited outside the office in the place we normally meet, with various colleagues asking who or what she was waiting for. Meanwhile I'd gone off to the pizza takeaway. A bit of a faux pas there then, although I was at least able to offer her some apologetic pizza slices on my return. "Women are too subtle" I e-mailed to her, "...as Jerry Seinfeld says".
She's had the day off today, and I've booked a week in Portugal with Mrs K starting on Sunday, but I think we've sort of provisionally agreed to go and look round the nearby Poggenpohl kitchen showroom one lunchtime soon. That'll be fun.
I don't know, I just really really get the sense, now and again, that I should kiss her. Perhaps I'm just projecting, but in general I tend to underestimate women's interest in me rather than the other way round. Oh well, time will tell.
Indira was pretty impressed by the opera house itself ("I feel as if I'm on a school trip") and then the production was really spectacular, with a real sort of German Romantic edge to it, all a bit Tales of Grimm. I'd not actually seen Die Zauberflote in German before, and it really made a difference to the feel, while the set design and mise en scene were practically cinematic - huge sun and moon moving across the stage and so on. Indira pronounced herself "amazed".
No misbehaviour though. We had a peck-on-the-cheek/big hug thing when I put her on the tube home, but that was it. And when I sat beside her on the banquette as we nibbled our interval sandwiches she didn't look too keen, so I moved back onto my chair. But who cares? It was still a really nice night. Perhaps a shame we didn't have more time to talk, but I dare say there will be other opportunities for conversation in the future.
Anyway, that was almost three weeks ago now. I felt the need to let it settle, but we should go somewhere else soon I think. We've been chatting rather a lot at work and I think people may be beginning to suspect something, at least that I'm making a fool of myself. She's trying to persuade me to lobby for a sofa in our new improved office kitchen now, after I threw my weight behind her plan to try and get us an aquarium. We've agreed the next "adventure" will be a Bollywood movie, and again I've left date and location up to her...
Yesterday she had a difficult morning at work and I suggested she looked in need of a nice cup of tea and a sit down. Unfortunately she interpreted this an an invitation and went and waited outside the office in the place we normally meet, with various colleagues asking who or what she was waiting for. Meanwhile I'd gone off to the pizza takeaway. A bit of a faux pas there then, although I was at least able to offer her some apologetic pizza slices on my return. "Women are too subtle" I e-mailed to her, "...as Jerry Seinfeld says".
She's had the day off today, and I've booked a week in Portugal with Mrs K starting on Sunday, but I think we've sort of provisionally agreed to go and look round the nearby Poggenpohl kitchen showroom one lunchtime soon. That'll be fun.
I don't know, I just really really get the sense, now and again, that I should kiss her. Perhaps I'm just projecting, but in general I tend to underestimate women's interest in me rather than the other way round. Oh well, time will tell.
posted by Lost Tango at 10:58 PM
