talking to a stranger I once knew, intimately
Tonight I met with B to get my huge, expensive art history book back from him. We met in a park near my office because there was no way I was sitting down to a drink with him. Couldn't do it. I was ready to bolt when the book was in my hand, but we managed to sit down and have a little conversation about wtf was that... and such.
You know, I really didn't have much to add when he said that he's got a long way to go, developmentally. Yes, I'd have to agree that this is true. I did ask if he took my feelings into consideration at all, which he said was unfair. Perhaps. I also suggested that--seeing as how he doesn't want to date--maybe he shouldn't date, which is certainly what he was doing. *sigh* Confounding, he is.
All in all, it was a very rational, quiet, mature little talk. I wonder what anyone within earshot thought of our conversation.
And then I had dinner with my hot neighbor friend, took some night photos, walked around, and all was right with the world again.
You know, I really didn't have much to add when he said that he's got a long way to go, developmentally. Yes, I'd have to agree that this is true. I did ask if he took my feelings into consideration at all, which he said was unfair. Perhaps. I also suggested that--seeing as how he doesn't want to date--maybe he shouldn't date, which is certainly what he was doing. *sigh* Confounding, he is.
All in all, it was a very rational, quiet, mature little talk. I wonder what anyone within earshot thought of our conversation.
And then I had dinner with my hot neighbor friend, took some night photos, walked around, and all was right with the world again.