About Last Night…
February 25, 2012 § 50 Comments
Oh, I fear there is almost nothing to report.
Smidgen and I had a very jolly drink and I thought, this is good, we are friends, something occurred in both our minds at some level at some stage, but that has now gone and we can get on with the business of focusing on our mutual project and being friends. Nothing more or less than I had hoped for. Honestly. When later, another colleague said I was looking fab and what was the occasion, I told him, laughing, it was on account of his friend that I had got dressed up. I felt that confident in my romantic indifference that a little light banter along those lines didn’t even feel risky. Now we can just carry on, business as usual, no awkwardness or complications or mixed messages or dodgy dignity.
Meanwhile, I was pleased to get Long Shot’s email yesterday but it did not play any havoc with my stomach. I am simply replying to him in the spirit of replying to a friend who’s been away and is now in town and whom it would be good to see. No more, no less.
I am after all, I think, a grown-up.