Damn...!
In more ways than one. I typed a whole entry and blogger.com contrived to lose the whole thing in the course of publishing it so I have to start again.
OK, then, reconstituted as best I can....
I arrived at work to find she'd made no response to my theatre invitation of last Thursday. I waited all day to see if an e-mail would arrive but nothing did, and the responses she sent to my work e-mails were curt, if not frosty. Was she angry with me because of the Bob-the-Builder arrest affair? Did she think I'd known and not told her? Did she associate the event with me in some way?
Then at the end of the the day she brought me a copy of last week's local paper and smiled at me and I felt better. Sad. Still no word on the theatre issue though.
Perhaps she just doesn't want to go to the Globe - a shame because I really want to take her and I really think she'd enjoy it - it's a pretty spectacular night out. Perhaps she's waiting to see if her schedule will accommodate an afternoon off. Or perhaps she's just letting me dangle for a bit, for the hell of it. In fact the last option might even be the most positive, this whole thing might be as much about game-playing as anything else and if she's still getting a kick out of playing that may be a good sign. Anyway, I don't think I should remind her. We'll just have to wait and see...
I don't know quite how I can have got so hung up over this woman, now that I think about it. There are plenty of better looking, sexier, brighter and more interesting women around after all. Really all we have here is a pretty but slightly podgy Indian housewife with nice eyes. Can it just be that I've lost my head because she flirted with me a little? Or rather that I let myself imagine she might be serious about it? Was I just waiting for someone, anyone to fall for? It didn't take very long from first lunch invitation to spending £160 on opera tickets so I must have been very keen very early, it's not something that's crept up on me gradually. But there again, it may not be that big of a deal for me either, despite all these outpourings. Perhaps I'm just playing games too. I find that I always do have someone at the back of my mind (or near the front) to fantasise over. At least it makes a change from Mrs K's sister.
Last Thursday she asked about my progress decorating my flat - I told her I was having motivation problems - her cue to suggest visiting and giving me some instruction, or at least to again tell me she wanted to rent a room. But nothing except the suggestion of putting some music on while I work. Hmm. Perhaps further evidence to support the theory that she's realised how I feel and that her plan to use my flat as a love-nest for her and a friend is not really a runner? Or maybe just that she had a bit of a post-migraine headache and wasn't really up to flirtatious banter that day?
Of course this is the first week of her fast so she may be feeling a little fragile on account of that. It can't be easy to subsist on one meal a day. Why do people do these things to themselves? All religions seem to insist on you not doing enjoyable things. Why can't we have one that says it's OK to have a good time?
She's quite serious about the religion thing though. Perhaps she's a well-behaved wife after all, at least sexually. Although being a church-goer doesn't seem much of a guarantee of fidelity in the Christian world, so it's hardly a foregone conclusion...
OK, then, reconstituted as best I can....
I arrived at work to find she'd made no response to my theatre invitation of last Thursday. I waited all day to see if an e-mail would arrive but nothing did, and the responses she sent to my work e-mails were curt, if not frosty. Was she angry with me because of the Bob-the-Builder arrest affair? Did she think I'd known and not told her? Did she associate the event with me in some way?
Then at the end of the the day she brought me a copy of last week's local paper and smiled at me and I felt better. Sad. Still no word on the theatre issue though.
Perhaps she just doesn't want to go to the Globe - a shame because I really want to take her and I really think she'd enjoy it - it's a pretty spectacular night out. Perhaps she's waiting to see if her schedule will accommodate an afternoon off. Or perhaps she's just letting me dangle for a bit, for the hell of it. In fact the last option might even be the most positive, this whole thing might be as much about game-playing as anything else and if she's still getting a kick out of playing that may be a good sign. Anyway, I don't think I should remind her. We'll just have to wait and see...
I don't know quite how I can have got so hung up over this woman, now that I think about it. There are plenty of better looking, sexier, brighter and more interesting women around after all. Really all we have here is a pretty but slightly podgy Indian housewife with nice eyes. Can it just be that I've lost my head because she flirted with me a little? Or rather that I let myself imagine she might be serious about it? Was I just waiting for someone, anyone to fall for? It didn't take very long from first lunch invitation to spending £160 on opera tickets so I must have been very keen very early, it's not something that's crept up on me gradually. But there again, it may not be that big of a deal for me either, despite all these outpourings. Perhaps I'm just playing games too. I find that I always do have someone at the back of my mind (or near the front) to fantasise over. At least it makes a change from Mrs K's sister.
Last Thursday she asked about my progress decorating my flat - I told her I was having motivation problems - her cue to suggest visiting and giving me some instruction, or at least to again tell me she wanted to rent a room. But nothing except the suggestion of putting some music on while I work. Hmm. Perhaps further evidence to support the theory that she's realised how I feel and that her plan to use my flat as a love-nest for her and a friend is not really a runner? Or maybe just that she had a bit of a post-migraine headache and wasn't really up to flirtatious banter that day?
Of course this is the first week of her fast so she may be feeling a little fragile on account of that. It can't be easy to subsist on one meal a day. Why do people do these things to themselves? All religions seem to insist on you not doing enjoyable things. Why can't we have one that says it's OK to have a good time?
She's quite serious about the religion thing though. Perhaps she's a well-behaved wife after all, at least sexually. Although being a church-goer doesn't seem much of a guarantee of fidelity in the Christian world, so it's hardly a foregone conclusion...
posted by Lost Tango at 11:30 PM
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