Crossing the Line
Again this blasted website lost my entire post. Life is too short for this crap. I have to get into the habit of cutting and pasting so I have a backup.
So, yesterday I definitely crossed the line from infatuation into madness - I noticed she was gone from her desk at 12.15 and actually walked all the way up to David's Diner where we went for lunch last week to see if she was in there and who with. I walked past but didn't spot her, and of course ever since I've been worried that she was there after all and saw me attempting to spy on her. Not the sort of thing you can really ask about either.
Then in the afternoon an e-mail - had I already booked the tickets? That didn't sound good, I replied, yes I had, what was the news? No worries, she said, it would be OK. Hmm.
Well, I guess it was OK - we met at the tube, light conversation, walked over the Millenium Bridge, got to the theatre just in time. The play was OK, she said she enjoyed it but to be honest looked as if she'd rather be elsewhere much of the time, which she put down to trouble at home with the husband and mother in law. She spent quite a lot of time telling me about this, which I was quite happy with - I didn't really want to push her to discuss anything else and most of our talking time was spent travelling to and fro - not really conducive to intimate confessions. She declined my offer of a coffee afterwards on the grounds that she had to rush home for dinner with her daughters on account of this daytime fast they're all pursuing.
So a process of disengagement I think. It was OK, cordial and friendly, not a bad way to spend an afternoon as long as you don't have illusions about anything more. I seem to be making my way back from the abyss although maybe I'll feel different later. We parted on the tube and I kissed her near, not on, the lips.
Then I met up with my friend Spike & we ate sushi and went to see East Coast art-rockers Yo La Tengo - my idea but he was even more impressed with them that I was. Loud and quiet music - hurrah!
So, yesterday I definitely crossed the line from infatuation into madness - I noticed she was gone from her desk at 12.15 and actually walked all the way up to David's Diner where we went for lunch last week to see if she was in there and who with. I walked past but didn't spot her, and of course ever since I've been worried that she was there after all and saw me attempting to spy on her. Not the sort of thing you can really ask about either.
Then in the afternoon an e-mail - had I already booked the tickets? That didn't sound good, I replied, yes I had, what was the news? No worries, she said, it would be OK. Hmm.
Well, I guess it was OK - we met at the tube, light conversation, walked over the Millenium Bridge, got to the theatre just in time. The play was OK, she said she enjoyed it but to be honest looked as if she'd rather be elsewhere much of the time, which she put down to trouble at home with the husband and mother in law. She spent quite a lot of time telling me about this, which I was quite happy with - I didn't really want to push her to discuss anything else and most of our talking time was spent travelling to and fro - not really conducive to intimate confessions. She declined my offer of a coffee afterwards on the grounds that she had to rush home for dinner with her daughters on account of this daytime fast they're all pursuing.
So a process of disengagement I think. It was OK, cordial and friendly, not a bad way to spend an afternoon as long as you don't have illusions about anything more. I seem to be making my way back from the abyss although maybe I'll feel different later. We parted on the tube and I kissed her near, not on, the lips.
Then I met up with my friend Spike & we ate sushi and went to see East Coast art-rockers Yo La Tengo - my idea but he was even more impressed with them that I was. Loud and quiet music - hurrah!
posted by Lost Tango at 12:44 AM
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