Apologies for being a little lax in my reading and commenting over the last couple of days… I was somewhat diverted in terms of my blog-time, but will be playing catch-up properly later today. No more snow since yesterday morning so I think I’ll try to get a bit of shopping done too… I found a hole in my favourite black jumper last night and I need an emergency replacement. (I spend most of my life in black for some reason or another.) By the way, I quite fancy one of those low turtle (NOT polo) necks… are they a bit naff?
Anyway, last night’s date, then… I drove over to C’s house in the early evening and then we went back up to North London for a drink and something to eat. Conversation was pretty easy, the food was good, it was a nice restaurant… really everything was fine. But it was the strangest feeling as if neither of us really knew what was going on. We didn’t even understand if we were on a date, or just catching up since we last saw each other.
We left the restaurant at around 11.45. Although C was getting texts from her daughter jokingly asking her why she was coming back home, I knew that I had to give us both time to think about what we felt, and whether this was going to be something we pursue in a romantic sense. And the truth is, even this morning I really didn’t know. C say’s that she feels we need to communicate more, and “properly”. I agree with her, although communication isn’t something I ordinarily find difficult. It just shows though, that you can’t take anything for granted.
I’m going to go for a run now because normally when I run I achieve some kind of clarity of thought. I have a feeling that this might be an exception and that I’ll need to just make a decision – give it a go or accept that too much time has passed and move on. And of course C will no doubt be thinking along the same lines.
Update: I received a text this evening... it said "Hello".
Oh dear again.