And I’ve Been Thinking, When the Date with ST All Turns to Dust…
March 22, 2012 § 70 Comments
…at least I shall have one consolation: that at the click of the Publish Post button, at least you lot won’t all hate me!
Because when – if? – there is an Original Plankton Happy Ending, you’re all going to think I am a turncoat and a fraud and have gone over to the Smug Side.
But I am a fuck of a l-o-n-g way from that. (I barely dare admit, as a casual aside only, that our first date is not in fact going to be dinner but, eek, just a cup of coffee. Though he has been sending me emails since I posted yesterday, so… well, today, I am thinking, cautiously optimistic, that at the very least he may actually turn up and not stand me up? And Charlotte googled him and his picture kept popping up on her screen and wouldn’t go away and she has taken this as a good omen. We hope!)
As for a vaguely happy ending (with this man or any other, for that matter), let alone a lasting one: well, almost certainly never, though maybe one day an inkling of one before I’m in a bloody box. But if that were to happen – me going over to the Smug Side? Me? I hope never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, even if I were ever to get married again, to a Greek God: still never.
I can see Smug would have its temptations, even its charms, but life has knocked me about just too, too much for me ever to let it in.
That at least I can promise you.