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i did something which could have turned out epically catestrophic. but it didn't.
i passed ross in the street on my way to work. i didn't spot him till we passed and he didn't notice me at all i don't think, so i text him.
i've been texting him occaisionally recently. i cut off all contact with him when it was evident that being friends was just really counter-productive for me, (god that sounds so american) but i text him when i noticed the video game he'd been working on was released (in my english mind it seemed only polite to break my silence to congratulate him on something he'd been working on all of his waking hours when we were together). And we've text on and off; very briefly; sort of 'hi how are you' type thingies.
anyway i text him to say i'd seen him and then later on as I was leaving work, in response to a message he'd sent earlier, suggested we go for a drink. which could have been really dumb but i sent that message anyway and 30mins later he walks into the pub.
how can i say this tactfully. he looked fairly rough. boy's still not sleeping and, i think, finding life pretty rough at the moment. anyway we chatted about a lot of really mundane stuff and we didn't stay long - maybe an hour and a half max.
oddly enough i feel even better about the whole thing i think.
i passed ross in the street on my way to work. i didn't spot him till we passed and he didn't notice me at all i don't think, so i text him.
i've been texting him occaisionally recently. i cut off all contact with him when it was evident that being friends was just really counter-productive for me, (god that sounds so american) but i text him when i noticed the video game he'd been working on was released (in my english mind it seemed only polite to break my silence to congratulate him on something he'd been working on all of his waking hours when we were together). And we've text on and off; very briefly; sort of 'hi how are you' type thingies.
anyway i text him to say i'd seen him and then later on as I was leaving work, in response to a message he'd sent earlier, suggested we go for a drink. which could have been really dumb but i sent that message anyway and 30mins later he walks into the pub.
how can i say this tactfully. he looked fairly rough. boy's still not sleeping and, i think, finding life pretty rough at the moment. anyway we chatted about a lot of really mundane stuff and we didn't stay long - maybe an hour and a half max.
oddly enough i feel even better about the whole thing i think.