Belated Response from Long Shot
October 21, 2011 § 17 Comments
Needless to say, it wasn’t straightforward and was never going to be.
Plenty of people have warned me off Long Shot, commentators more than friends, saying he is a waste of space. Fair view, but one I don’t necessarily hold to yet. Nor do those who know him. Janey maintains he is problematical in some ways but heaven in others. BF singled him out as the man for me months and months ago but I knew less about him then, and foolishly, head-strongly, dismissed the idea until certain members of my family met and admired him and I read something he wrote and fell in love with his prose. When I met him, finally, I thought he was wonderful, but he is a bachelor and bachelors, as we know, have their, how shall I put this? Areas.
Anyway, last night, finally, BF received an email from him to the tune that he would love to stay with him but he might not be able to, he is not sure yet. He explained that it is rather dependent on family commitments and so forth. Could he hold off from a definite yes or no a little while longer?
It would have been heartening to enter into half-term, children away alas, with something major like that to look forward to (as opposed to my daily cup of coffee, say, which has its place in my looking-forward-to lexicon, being as I am a plankton who has taught herself to enjoy the small things in life – but let’s face it, isn’t right up there).
I dare say, for a plankton at any rate, it constitutes unforgivable greed to hope to be able to have something so big to look forward to as spending several days in a blissful house belonging to fantastic friends in the company of an eligible, intelligent, charming, literate, mutual-friend-y, and (allegedly) available man with whom I could fall in love, and blow me down, could, it is not beyond the bounds of reason, fall in love with me, not because I am the earth but because I am not a raving fascist, xenophobic Nazi who kills people and am not endowed with the brain of a total sheep and am not as ugly as a thousand warthogs (please, no angry protest replies from the Hug a Warthog Society), and I am not 92, and I am not unable to string two words together and nor do I stink like a skunk. And, biggest point in my favour, I am simply there. Under his nose and open to suggestion, or “disposed” as one friend puts it. I am not saying it will, but it could happen. And at this point, the very could, is something in itself to look forward to, even if in the event it doesn’t.
The happy fact is that gorgeous BF is optimistic, but I remain none the wiser, and won’t be for a while.