A friends group follow-up. To clear the space.
To avoid unnecessary dwelling - after all I want to have a clear mind for the match tonight! - I'll write down how the events developed.
My former co-worker did reach out again after all. About a week ago. I was still right, though: we ended up not meeting. Here's what happened this time around.
She messaged me shortly after my last post and asked again when I'd be free. She "would love to see" me. So I told her I'd have time Sunday afternoon, maybe even earlier for lunch if I'd get up early. Her reply was not a suggestion of a time or location, or even a confirmation that she, too, would have time Sunday (after)noon. No, her reply was, "great, let's aim for that." Huh.
I figured she may still have to coordinate her whole schedule. When she hadn't written again last night, I messaged her and asked about her schedule and preferences for the day. I asked where'd she be at and even suggested a meeting location based on the area where we always met in the past. It was already relatively late (10 p.m.) and I didn't expect her to get back to me Saturday night. I also reminded myself not to put too much effort into this and thought of an alternative schedule for the day. Still I set my alarm to 11 a.m. in case she'd get back early and would like to eat lunch somewhere.
I woke even before that, but when I checked my phone, she still hadn't even seen my message. So I went back to doze a bit more. I left my bed at around 12:15 p.m., at which point she still hadn't seen my message. Huh.
I did some workout. Had breakfast. Watched a movie. Eventually I got dressed poperly to take the garbage out and to go to the park to finish that book I started back in March. Just then, she had seen my message and sent a reply. Which caused my plans to be delayed by roughly 2 hours. Why? Because she was cryptic again. And because I did end up waiting for her. In a way.
I saw the notification around 3:15 p.m. that she had sent me a message at 3 p.m. She had just woken up (her friends had thrown her a party) and apologized for writing so late. Did she share what the plan was? Not really. She just wrote that she'd message me again once she'd be "up and going." She also shared that she's staying much closer to where I live than the location I suggested for the meet-up. So I replied (it was 3:30 p.m. at that point) that I'd only be free until 6 p.m., but that we could possibly make a quick meeting work if we met someplace near where she's staying.
She did not see my message immediately. I didn't want to go to the park with my book just to be told to leave again once I'd get there, so I opened my window instead and read 15 pages of a magazine. In between, I checked my phone several times. Nothing. Message not seen. Eventually I looked up how long it would take me to get to the station she said she's near to. 17 minutes. Plus walking to my station. Plus walking to wherever we'd meet. My rough guess was to calculate 30 minutes. I told myself that we'd have 1 hour together if she got back to me by 4:30 p.m. Everything after that would probably result in me explaining to her that there's no point anymore.
I was beginning to prepare and pack again for that outdoor reading when she finally saw my message at 4:50 p.m. Seriously. 4:50! I told her in advance that I'd have time in the afternoon, she has the nerve to tell me at 3 p.m. that she'd get back to me, and then takes 1h 50mins to even look at her phone again?! So much for "afternoon." So much for wanting to meet.
But if you think she also replied at 4:50 p.m., you're dead wrong. I left the house 5 minutes later and went to the park nearby and listened to a trumpet player playing "Tears in Heaven," "Viva La Vida," "Shallow," "Don't Stop Believing," "Easy" and other songs. And I read. It was quite lovely. In between, she eventually replied. At 5:36 p.m. Telling me they're heading to Tempelhofer Feld. Good for you guys. :0P She also asked if I happened to be free for dinner Monday evening. Not that I would have mentioned that earlier ... Normally I would have already ruled that out because of the soccer matches, but I'm actually meeting some work friends for dinner tomorrow. For once I have a real excuse.
Long story short, my feeling was right all along that this meeting wouldn't come to life. It's only bothering me that I didn't get to do the outdoor reading part two hours earlier and that I rescheduled so much for her when she didn't give a shit about adjusting her own schedule to meet my needs.
Secondly, my friend the actress confirmed that she had no clue that Sheep had canceled the idea of our common gift. She was just as surprised as I was. Funnily enough, she had already wanted to create a photo book for Lisa (just as Sheep did), so fortunately she wasn't left without any gift herself. It was rather like she worried I wouldn't have any, but thankfully I got that inspiration. I have already prepared the "voucher" for Lisa.
Alright. Time to think about what to have for dinner and if I care enough to wash some dishes or opt for something else. I have less than an hour, so washing all the dishes plus cooking wouldn't really work. See what I mean about those two hours that were stolen from me?
My former co-worker did reach out again after all. About a week ago. I was still right, though: we ended up not meeting. Here's what happened this time around.
She messaged me shortly after my last post and asked again when I'd be free. She "would love to see" me. So I told her I'd have time Sunday afternoon, maybe even earlier for lunch if I'd get up early. Her reply was not a suggestion of a time or location, or even a confirmation that she, too, would have time Sunday (after)noon. No, her reply was, "great, let's aim for that." Huh.
I figured she may still have to coordinate her whole schedule. When she hadn't written again last night, I messaged her and asked about her schedule and preferences for the day. I asked where'd she be at and even suggested a meeting location based on the area where we always met in the past. It was already relatively late (10 p.m.) and I didn't expect her to get back to me Saturday night. I also reminded myself not to put too much effort into this and thought of an alternative schedule for the day. Still I set my alarm to 11 a.m. in case she'd get back early and would like to eat lunch somewhere.
I woke even before that, but when I checked my phone, she still hadn't even seen my message. So I went back to doze a bit more. I left my bed at around 12:15 p.m., at which point she still hadn't seen my message. Huh.
I did some workout. Had breakfast. Watched a movie. Eventually I got dressed poperly to take the garbage out and to go to the park to finish that book I started back in March. Just then, she had seen my message and sent a reply. Which caused my plans to be delayed by roughly 2 hours. Why? Because she was cryptic again. And because I did end up waiting for her. In a way.
I saw the notification around 3:15 p.m. that she had sent me a message at 3 p.m. She had just woken up (her friends had thrown her a party) and apologized for writing so late. Did she share what the plan was? Not really. She just wrote that she'd message me again once she'd be "up and going." She also shared that she's staying much closer to where I live than the location I suggested for the meet-up. So I replied (it was 3:30 p.m. at that point) that I'd only be free until 6 p.m., but that we could possibly make a quick meeting work if we met someplace near where she's staying.
She did not see my message immediately. I didn't want to go to the park with my book just to be told to leave again once I'd get there, so I opened my window instead and read 15 pages of a magazine. In between, I checked my phone several times. Nothing. Message not seen. Eventually I looked up how long it would take me to get to the station she said she's near to. 17 minutes. Plus walking to my station. Plus walking to wherever we'd meet. My rough guess was to calculate 30 minutes. I told myself that we'd have 1 hour together if she got back to me by 4:30 p.m. Everything after that would probably result in me explaining to her that there's no point anymore.
I was beginning to prepare and pack again for that outdoor reading when she finally saw my message at 4:50 p.m. Seriously. 4:50! I told her in advance that I'd have time in the afternoon, she has the nerve to tell me at 3 p.m. that she'd get back to me, and then takes 1h 50mins to even look at her phone again?! So much for "afternoon." So much for wanting to meet.
But if you think she also replied at 4:50 p.m., you're dead wrong. I left the house 5 minutes later and went to the park nearby and listened to a trumpet player playing "Tears in Heaven," "Viva La Vida," "Shallow," "Don't Stop Believing," "Easy" and other songs. And I read. It was quite lovely. In between, she eventually replied. At 5:36 p.m. Telling me they're heading to Tempelhofer Feld. Good for you guys. :0P She also asked if I happened to be free for dinner Monday evening. Not that I would have mentioned that earlier ... Normally I would have already ruled that out because of the soccer matches, but I'm actually meeting some work friends for dinner tomorrow. For once I have a real excuse.
Long story short, my feeling was right all along that this meeting wouldn't come to life. It's only bothering me that I didn't get to do the outdoor reading part two hours earlier and that I rescheduled so much for her when she didn't give a shit about adjusting her own schedule to meet my needs.
Secondly, my friend the actress confirmed that she had no clue that Sheep had canceled the idea of our common gift. She was just as surprised as I was. Funnily enough, she had already wanted to create a photo book for Lisa (just as Sheep did), so fortunately she wasn't left without any gift herself. It was rather like she worried I wouldn't have any, but thankfully I got that inspiration. I have already prepared the "voucher" for Lisa.
Alright. Time to think about what to have for dinner and if I care enough to wash some dishes or opt for something else. I have less than an hour, so washing all the dishes plus cooking wouldn't really work. See what I mean about those two hours that were stolen from me?