Longer Shot Reverts to Long Shot
September 26, 2011 § 25 Comments
Because I have now actually met him, which is progress, of sorts.
I so nearly bottled, but in the end I did go to the event I knew he was at. I took a fantastic friend who was brilliant and made sure I met this lovely (very distant) member of my family, and that I sat and talked to him for a long time whilst nobody else could get anywhere near him.
What can I say? He was precisely as I imagined and did not disappoint.
He is my age, very clever, very funny, very interesting, something of a church mouse (which has never bothered me before and isn’t going to start now), chaotic, charming, a million mutual friends, and almost certainly a disaster in terms of a steady prospect. To fall in love with him would be dangerous for so many reasons, the least of which would be geography (he lives far, far away).
I have a good pretext to text but the question remains: to text or not to text?
One cousin says a resounding yes because he is the type who needs a nudge and would like and respond to it and, more than likely, might not have noticed any signals I might have been giving off (not entirely sure I noticed them either, but hey, what do I know?) Another cousin says a resounding no because I need a man who wants me enough for him to do the chasing and I must not put myself in the line of fire.
Plankton in a pickle.