world leader pretend
the match (west brom v newcastle) was on telly yesterday. it was a surprise for me to see it, i didn't know it was on. i was leaving work at the time, but it kind of tempted me to stay. still, i walked out.
kathryn was ahead of me, a hundred yards, but must have seen me coming out the door because she waited so i could catch up -similar to the way i had done for her on thursday evening. then she'd walked with me to where i got the bus away, but this time i walked with her, guessing it'd be nothing more than going as far as her bus stop.
a quarter or a third of the time there was talk, just once in a while, break the silence, something to say stuff. there's things we share in common; tastes, opinions, some experiences, so it turns out. the longer gaps didn't matter, there wasn't a rush or a need to fill them. neither of us spoke about a plan, and i was surprised we got as far as north bridge to be honest. either of us could've made a move at any point, but we didn't. i said that it'd be good to see some street theatre and performers when we reached the royal mile, and when we came to a busker with a crowd it was good to stop for a while. we couldn't see the guy, but he was good, a steel guitar, singing the blues.
a little later we saw a guy starting up for his comedy act, but he was taking his time, so slow and so long, and not getting anywhere, so we walked on. up to the top then down another street, talking now and then. the theatre, voltaire. something in common; she's read candide, i plan to. optimism is an adaptation, and a show i got a ticket to see.
turn back and go into the grassmarket; we were following behind a stag-party, but they soon disappeared into a bar. kathryn talked about ballet, since she did it in the past, although i couldn't imagine her in a tutu. time must have been getting on -we'd been walking slowly and stopping. we paused, so i said 'd'you fancy a drink?', and we went into a juice bar. good stuff. she got a cake, then gave me some. something else in common.
a long while later we left, along cowgate and then up by cabaret voltaire. at the south bridge junction i said i was getting tired; it could've gone on forever if i hadn't. maybe. she admitted (twice) to being rubbish at making decisions. at her bus stop we parted, she said 'see you tomorrow', i leaned towards her with an arm outstretched -unsure whether i should hug her or not, unsure if she'd like it, or what the point would be if there would be a point. all i knew was that i might have regretted it if i hadn't.
kathryn was ahead of me, a hundred yards, but must have seen me coming out the door because she waited so i could catch up -similar to the way i had done for her on thursday evening. then she'd walked with me to where i got the bus away, but this time i walked with her, guessing it'd be nothing more than going as far as her bus stop.
a quarter or a third of the time there was talk, just once in a while, break the silence, something to say stuff. there's things we share in common; tastes, opinions, some experiences, so it turns out. the longer gaps didn't matter, there wasn't a rush or a need to fill them. neither of us spoke about a plan, and i was surprised we got as far as north bridge to be honest. either of us could've made a move at any point, but we didn't. i said that it'd be good to see some street theatre and performers when we reached the royal mile, and when we came to a busker with a crowd it was good to stop for a while. we couldn't see the guy, but he was good, a steel guitar, singing the blues.
a little later we saw a guy starting up for his comedy act, but he was taking his time, so slow and so long, and not getting anywhere, so we walked on. up to the top then down another street, talking now and then. the theatre, voltaire. something in common; she's read candide, i plan to. optimism is an adaptation, and a show i got a ticket to see.
turn back and go into the grassmarket; we were following behind a stag-party, but they soon disappeared into a bar. kathryn talked about ballet, since she did it in the past, although i couldn't imagine her in a tutu. time must have been getting on -we'd been walking slowly and stopping. we paused, so i said 'd'you fancy a drink?', and we went into a juice bar. good stuff. she got a cake, then gave me some. something else in common.
a long while later we left, along cowgate and then up by cabaret voltaire. at the south bridge junction i said i was getting tired; it could've gone on forever if i hadn't. maybe. she admitted (twice) to being rubbish at making decisions. at her bus stop we parted, she said 'see you tomorrow', i leaned towards her with an arm outstretched -unsure whether i should hug her or not, unsure if she'd like it, or what the point would be if there would be a point. all i knew was that i might have regretted it if i hadn't.