The Dubious but Irresistible Loveliness of Anticipation
September 24, 2011 § 26 Comments
Date with Poppy Seed yesterday.
If you don’t fancy someone, there is nothing you can do about it.
I think he is nice. We had good chats. But I don’t fancy him. Stomach did not go flip. It could. I am sorry but yesterday it didn’t. I have to admit, and this is extremely poor form on my part, I am grappling with the age difference.
Friends are furious with me, saying don’t rule him out. In My Criteria, an early post, I think I forgot to say that fancying the person should be a prerequisite and not a bonus. But, maybe, as a plankton, beggars and all that, that is too much to ask?
I am not ruling PS out but I am meeting Longer Shot this weekend and foolishly anticipating that my stomach is going to go in for a series of Olymipic-style somersaults.
Of course I am setting myself up for the cold-turkey of disappointment, but it has got to be worth it for the dodgy but lovely high I am feeling now, of anticipation.