Resolute at the threshold of the North Sea of my mind.
Old Eleanor
Guy from stretch class: You should come to mine for dinner one Thursday.
Me: *internal crisis and furious retracing of verbal steps to ascertain whether or not I had been flirting or just being friendly and wondering if this will make class awkward and guessing if he's looking for something serious, while simultaneously trying to decide whether he would be good enough in bed/cute enough to make that point moot but also freaking out 'cause I don't really fancy him but like the attention and and and and* Yeah, um, sure, I think I'd like that.
Old Eleanor either
a) is subsequently murdered by the strange man she hardly knows,
or b) ends up in a weird year-long relationship without noticing it.
New Eleanor
Guy: You should come to mine for dinner one Thursday.
Me: Just to check - do you mean, like, as pals?
Guy: Errrr
Me: Yeah I don't think I can.
You live and you learn.
Swim, until you can't see land
Are you a man? Are you a bag of sand?
Guy from stretch class: You should come to mine for dinner one Thursday.
Me: *internal crisis and furious retracing of verbal steps to ascertain whether or not I had been flirting or just being friendly and wondering if this will make class awkward and guessing if he's looking for something serious, while simultaneously trying to decide whether he would be good enough in bed/cute enough to make that point moot but also freaking out 'cause I don't really fancy him but like the attention and and and and* Yeah, um, sure, I think I'd like that.
Old Eleanor either
a) is subsequently murdered by the strange man she hardly knows,
or b) ends up in a weird year-long relationship without noticing it.
New Eleanor
Guy: You should come to mine for dinner one Thursday.
Me: Just to check - do you mean, like, as pals?
Guy: Errrr
Me: Yeah I don't think I can.
You live and you learn.
Swim, until you can't see land
Are you a man? Are you a bag of sand?