Waqt
Still confused. I'm kind of buzzing though at the moment because after an e-mailed suggestion from me on Friday and an acceptance from her on Monday we took this afternoon off work and went out to see the long-awaited Bollywood Movie - one "Waqt". Really sentimental towards the end and unfortunately while I was laughing at this I looked to my left and saw her dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief, along with all the Aunties in the audience. No serious harm done though, I think.
We had lunch first and a long talk over a drink afterwards - she told me about leaving her husband a few years back because she wanted to live in Stanmore and he didn't - he followed her eventually, rather to her disappointment apparently, although as she needed his income to pay her new mortgage she reluctantly agreed. So I would say there may be a convenience element in her marriage...
So I told her about Tracey, Susan and the whole escorting thing, as well as my trip to the S&M club at Turnmills all those years ago. Two episodes! I'd better be careful, there's some danger of running out of personal history. Rationing required. Anyway, perhaps the main reason for mentioning Tracey was so that I could repeat her dictum that it's the things you don't do that you regret, not the things you do.
Putting your arm around someone in the cinema is just dismally corny of course, but I figured either she was waiting for me to do it or she would object and matters would be clarified, so I gave it a try in the most half-hearted and diffident way imaginable. She didn't object, but she didn't respond either and after a while I took my arm back. So no regrets there but no rejoicing either. I need a bit of feedback in these matters at the very least, and preferably to be on the receiving end of the seduction. We did kiss at the station but only on the cheek, quickly because both our trains were arriving. Willesden is a bit exposed for that sort of thing anyway, the Gujarati community is widespread and news travels fast - apparently on a previous outing with a work colleague news that she had been seen out with a white man reached her home and husband before she did.
The drink thing was interesting. She'd told me before that she didn't drink because it gave her a migraine, but apparently last week her friend insisted she have a Southern Comfort and Lemonade and she's enjoyed it and the rest of the evening so much she hadn't wanted to go home. So she had a drink this afternoon and hopefully this won't have brought about any ill-effects. I told her if she was now able to drink I'd take her to the Trafalgar Bar and buy her a Sazerac, so here's hoping.
We've definitely agreed to go out again anyway, but I insisted on a my-sort-of-thing next - her chosen event is the horse riding lessons and frankly I want to put that off as long as possible. I reckon my price for getting on a horse should be full sexual intercourse at the very least, but that's not really the sort of thing you can say to someone who doesn't react when you put your arm round them.
Ah, disappointing to be home... I wish I was still with her.
We had lunch first and a long talk over a drink afterwards - she told me about leaving her husband a few years back because she wanted to live in Stanmore and he didn't - he followed her eventually, rather to her disappointment apparently, although as she needed his income to pay her new mortgage she reluctantly agreed. So I would say there may be a convenience element in her marriage...
So I told her about Tracey, Susan and the whole escorting thing, as well as my trip to the S&M club at Turnmills all those years ago. Two episodes! I'd better be careful, there's some danger of running out of personal history. Rationing required. Anyway, perhaps the main reason for mentioning Tracey was so that I could repeat her dictum that it's the things you don't do that you regret, not the things you do.
Putting your arm around someone in the cinema is just dismally corny of course, but I figured either she was waiting for me to do it or she would object and matters would be clarified, so I gave it a try in the most half-hearted and diffident way imaginable. She didn't object, but she didn't respond either and after a while I took my arm back. So no regrets there but no rejoicing either. I need a bit of feedback in these matters at the very least, and preferably to be on the receiving end of the seduction. We did kiss at the station but only on the cheek, quickly because both our trains were arriving. Willesden is a bit exposed for that sort of thing anyway, the Gujarati community is widespread and news travels fast - apparently on a previous outing with a work colleague news that she had been seen out with a white man reached her home and husband before she did.
The drink thing was interesting. She'd told me before that she didn't drink because it gave her a migraine, but apparently last week her friend insisted she have a Southern Comfort and Lemonade and she's enjoyed it and the rest of the evening so much she hadn't wanted to go home. So she had a drink this afternoon and hopefully this won't have brought about any ill-effects. I told her if she was now able to drink I'd take her to the Trafalgar Bar and buy her a Sazerac, so here's hoping.
We've definitely agreed to go out again anyway, but I insisted on a my-sort-of-thing next - her chosen event is the horse riding lessons and frankly I want to put that off as long as possible. I reckon my price for getting on a horse should be full sexual intercourse at the very least, but that's not really the sort of thing you can say to someone who doesn't react when you put your arm round them.
Ah, disappointing to be home... I wish I was still with her.
posted by Lost Tango at 10:31 PM
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