I am a bad, bad, bad, bad person.
My admirer, who works across the street from us, has been seen from time to time in the pocket garden next to his building. He didn't show up yesterday at lunch when we sat out there and I played my pipes, but he was on the bus. So I said to him 'hey, you should have come out to the little garden at lunchtime, it was gorgeous!'
I'm fully intending on being out there again today (with the pipes), and probably with
skippyclese also.
He's seen A. and the boy, and met my mom-in-law, and he's behaving himself, but I just can't help but encourage him just a tiny bit. I feel guilty about it and exhilarated at the same time.