Formally Out Of The Fridge

Background: So he's really coming back and we said to meet on Wednesday for dinner. Currently in real-time taking place is a msn chat with too many metaphors. (NB: being in and out of the fridge is an old phrase we coined during undergrad days, referring to friendship renaissance ie being quarantined vs thawing) .

PJ says: hey do u want to watch eye in the sky - the new chinese movie by simon yam and tony leung

Kitiara says: can. same day? not sure if got sneak previews on wed.

PJ says: yeah - it starts only on 21 june

Kitiara says: ha when do you want to watch it?

PJ says: maybe sunday?

Kitiara says: sunday is good! sunday then.

PJ says: cool .

PJ says: will call u to confirm on wed. but we can still do dinner on wed

PJ says: if u r free

Kitiara says: oh yes, i'm already looking forward to wed so status quo, please.

PJ says: hahah

PJ says: ok i dont want to be put back into the fridge

Kitiara says: 是你吊起来卖，还好我买得起。

PJ says: hahah - i was always for sale

PJ says: to the right buyer

Kitiara says: must thank google then. Else I wun have known where to shop.

PJ says: you were always a discerning shopper

Kitiara says: it's a negative offshoot of being sentimental. I was pleasantly surprised that you were tired of the fridge.

PJ says: i keep going in and out of the fridge

PJ says: i will rot

Kitiara says: then how. alternatively, you could shrivel and wilt and be preserved for posterity.

PJ says: it's ok

PJ says: i'm happy to thaw and decompose naturally

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Addendum: So the couple or so hours passed by easily and he was grateful that we managed to co-exist peacefully and enjoyably enough to make possible future rendezvous and that ha, the Sunday date wouldn't have to be cancelled. He has indeed mellowed, and so have I. And since it's friendship renaisssance, inevitably, the conversation would cover our only mutual friend (that he knows well and whom I once knew well), if only for the briefest of moments. We have never talked about you in the whole four years, it's like this gaping hole we refuse to acknowledge, said he who is now my friend again. That's so bizarre, you din even tell him we quarreled and you meet him so regularly? I asked in surprise, especially since the three of us have gone out quite a few times before that happened and since then, I told PJ in absolute confidence of what has transpired so that I will never have to suffer the indignities of seeing the other again. We just never talk about you, he repeated. I pretended I din know what happened between you two and strange enough, he doesn't bring you up either. Uh, and then we tossed around the crazy idea of meeting as a threesome, before I firmly hurled the idea away. I don't think she will be comfortable and he agreed. For better or worse, I will definitely see him again on 17 November this year, as his blood brother marries one of my longest and closest friends. Wedding preparations might mean seeing him more than once. Well, I forgive you and it's all water under the bridge. We were confused then, when faced with the more than one, we made our choices and I dare say, we are all happier for it.