I went out with the man I fancy on Friday night. I had spent the afternoon visiting my mum, newly discharged from hospital, who seems increasingly frail and small, for want of a better word. I found the visit very upsetting, so texted the Messiah to see if he was around for a drink. He wasn't, so I texted the man I fancy. Then I panicked, and texted him again to apologise and say it wasn't for him to cheer me up. He texted back to say he wasn't doing anything and would come and pick me up and take me out for a drink. He arrived with a bottle of wine and chocolates, drove me to a pub in the middle of nowhere, and sat and listened to me being upset about my mum, then patiently watched me get pissed and delivered me back home at 1 am.
I've no idea if any of this means anything, but, if nothing else, he's another lovely person I'm incredibly grateful to have around, in any capacity. And it warms my heart to know that he cares whether I am happy or sad.
6 hours ago
Can I be so bold, as a man who has done enough social work with women to last a lifetime... to say that if you *fancy* him and get on on with him, don't use him as a "good friend" for much longer. Because he'll get pissed off eventually. In other words - what are you waiting for!
ReplyDeleteWe'll soon find out - he's on his way to collect me for another night in the boozer. I can't help thinking this driving lark isn't helping - he's never going to make a move on me when I'm pissed and he's sober, is he? Bugger.
ReplyDeleteNo... that's never going to work. I can't stand being around sober people myself :) Is there not a way you could get somewhere by taxi or public transport?
ReplyDeleteBut how did it go?
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