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What a whirlwind of emotions this week has been; last Wednesday, I met up with A for the first time proper since we saw each other at the clubs a month ago. He took me out to drinks and dinner, and also to catch up with me since he was nearing the end of his internship and due to return to Milan.
Initially, I'd refused to meet him because I found him to be whiny and perhaps, even a sleazebag. What made me decide to change my mind on Wednesday? I can't pinpoint a particular reason actually; maybe because prior to that I was in fact, thinking about whether or not he was already back in Italy. And he texted just at the exact moment - and being the opportunistic person that I am, we decided to meet.
It was but a brief date that lasted 4 hours; brief in that it was probably the first and last time that we would see each other again. I suppose I would have liked to meet him on Thursday, but he was too busy with work; leaving the office late and coming in very early in the morning to finish his tasks. (His internship ended on Friday, just as he was due to fly back at 1 am on Saturday morning.)
When I was at work last evening, he called to ask if I would be sending him off at the airport. I said yes, but I could only be done with work at around 1045 pm. Initially, he was fine with it, since his flight was due only at 1 am and perhaps, could linger around till 1145 pm, before entering the departure lounge.
And then at 10 pm, he called me, saying that he was sorry, but had to enter the departure lounge already. he said something about incurring some excess baggages, and had to go inside early to pay up.
I had no idea what came over me, but of course I did feel upset; I had really hoped to see him that one last time. And my heart ached so much at the fact that we were so close yet so far apart; there I was at the airfreight centre, and he, at Terminal One. Just a 5 minutes' drive away from Terminal One, but due to work issues, I couldn't send him off, sigh.
He says that he hopes to be back in February for another internship. I definitely will not say that I am hoping very much for his return; to do so would be stupid, and I myself am wondering why I am behaving so irrationally from just this one (okay, maybe two) encounter with him.
I know that I am prone to bouts of irrationality, and this just so happens to be one of them. He, just like the other guys, have always been so fleeting like the wind. And all that I can do is to look back on them in the future and laugh at the whole humour of it all.
Initially, I'd refused to meet him because I found him to be whiny and perhaps, even a sleazebag. What made me decide to change my mind on Wednesday? I can't pinpoint a particular reason actually; maybe because prior to that I was in fact, thinking about whether or not he was already back in Italy. And he texted just at the exact moment - and being the opportunistic person that I am, we decided to meet.
It was but a brief date that lasted 4 hours; brief in that it was probably the first and last time that we would see each other again. I suppose I would have liked to meet him on Thursday, but he was too busy with work; leaving the office late and coming in very early in the morning to finish his tasks. (His internship ended on Friday, just as he was due to fly back at 1 am on Saturday morning.)
When I was at work last evening, he called to ask if I would be sending him off at the airport. I said yes, but I could only be done with work at around 1045 pm. Initially, he was fine with it, since his flight was due only at 1 am and perhaps, could linger around till 1145 pm, before entering the departure lounge.
And then at 10 pm, he called me, saying that he was sorry, but had to enter the departure lounge already. he said something about incurring some excess baggages, and had to go inside early to pay up.
I had no idea what came over me, but of course I did feel upset; I had really hoped to see him that one last time. And my heart ached so much at the fact that we were so close yet so far apart; there I was at the airfreight centre, and he, at Terminal One. Just a 5 minutes' drive away from Terminal One, but due to work issues, I couldn't send him off, sigh.
He says that he hopes to be back in February for another internship. I definitely will not say that I am hoping very much for his return; to do so would be stupid, and I myself am wondering why I am behaving so irrationally from just this one (okay, maybe two) encounter with him.
I know that I am prone to bouts of irrationality, and this just so happens to be one of them. He, just like the other guys, have always been so fleeting like the wind. And all that I can do is to look back on them in the future and laugh at the whole humour of it all.