The First Dinner
Yesterday was a Bad Day. Excruciating so. An I-Wanna-Break-Free Day. Boo to that.
After ending an outside meeting at 7.30pm, I headed instinctively towards his room and sat forlornly (not so quietly - but with a dramatic sigh) behind him. The Crush rose gallantly to the occasion and attempted to cheer me up, encourage me and so on.
Let’s have dinner, I declared impetuously after a while. I feel lousy.
But I made sure we had a chaperone, another friendly face to make things friendly.
So dinner with two young men saved the first half of the night.
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Part Two was supper with SS that saw us talking past 5am this morning.
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I’m not alone in my occasional delusion, misguided idealism, sad cynicism and disillusionment.
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Well. Today is but another day. Like The Crush said, take it as impeding ORD.
I honestly find The Crush so cool. I forgive him for not having the usual height, and the absent veins and dimples.
After ending an outside meeting at 7.30pm, I headed instinctively towards his room and sat forlornly (not so quietly - but with a dramatic sigh) behind him. The Crush rose gallantly to the occasion and attempted to cheer me up, encourage me and so on.
Let’s have dinner, I declared impetuously after a while. I feel lousy.
But I made sure we had a chaperone, another friendly face to make things friendly.
So dinner with two young men saved the first half of the night.
*
Part Two was supper with SS that saw us talking past 5am this morning.
*
I’m not alone in my occasional delusion, misguided idealism, sad cynicism and disillusionment.
*
Well. Today is but another day. Like The Crush said, take it as impeding ORD.
I honestly find The Crush so cool. I forgive him for not having the usual height, and the absent veins and dimples.
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