Is this a date?
Barton is breezy. The wheelie-bin lid just blew open, but for another reason I'm all of a tizz...
Got up, got on with PhD pottering. An email lands from Emma - general niceties closing with would I like to "meet up for a drink after work next Monday" (that's as in her work at the university, I'll have been talking with the supervisors late afternoon). At this query - because I'm prone to psy-wanderings - I start to wonder what the game is - is this just that awful brand of mature socialising amongst the heterosexes whereby we all play grown-ups and refer to one another as "just friends". I then wonder about how Ed would feel re Emma's inviting for a drink a willing flirtee and semi-flirter - entirely relaxed probably - he'll probably be out sipping tea with a string of Page 3 Beauties - or not. Anyway, there was some awkwardness in not feeling sure about what this "meeting for a drink" amounted to. So, how did I respond? Reserved? Cagey? No, I responded with "I'll see your drink and I'll raise you a meal" - with a couple of city centre options suggested. Acceptance of this was swift - 11 minutes - the tone of the email was palpably 'excited'. There was also the line "But we'll go to Friarton as it would be too weird to run into anyone I know". Question: what the fu*% does that mean? I can't help but think that it relates to her being seen out for a meal with a non-Ed chap (i.e. me). Is that because she has something to hide? Is that because she feels like this is a date? Equally bizarrely, I have to collect her from her home. This kind of clashes with my feeling that this is a bit 'underground'. I would be seen by neighbours. I'm guessing that Ed will have returned to working away following the weekend at home, am guessing that young Alex's grandparents (maternal) will be on babysitting duty. I'm not going to share info on any of this to anyone beyond Leeds Joe as I don't want it to be read as my having a date with an unavailable personage - I think that's a phenomenon he'd be comfortable with. By Monday I know I'll be nervous - even though I've shared relaxed time and space with Emma before.
Back to work pottering. Scottish Dave lands at 6ish - I think he'd wanted to come over earlier but I said "not doable". I will ask questions, if he is vague or evasive or bullshitting, I will sigh and ask again. He has used up all of his Wexford patience points.
Wishing you well-rounded beetroot and a good afternoon.
Got up, got on with PhD pottering. An email lands from Emma - general niceties closing with would I like to "meet up for a drink after work next Monday" (that's as in her work at the university, I'll have been talking with the supervisors late afternoon). At this query - because I'm prone to psy-wanderings - I start to wonder what the game is - is this just that awful brand of mature socialising amongst the heterosexes whereby we all play grown-ups and refer to one another as "just friends". I then wonder about how Ed would feel re Emma's inviting for a drink a willing flirtee and semi-flirter - entirely relaxed probably - he'll probably be out sipping tea with a string of Page 3 Beauties - or not. Anyway, there was some awkwardness in not feeling sure about what this "meeting for a drink" amounted to. So, how did I respond? Reserved? Cagey? No, I responded with "I'll see your drink and I'll raise you a meal" - with a couple of city centre options suggested. Acceptance of this was swift - 11 minutes - the tone of the email was palpably 'excited'. There was also the line "But we'll go to Friarton as it would be too weird to run into anyone I know". Question: what the fu*% does that mean? I can't help but think that it relates to her being seen out for a meal with a non-Ed chap (i.e. me). Is that because she has something to hide? Is that because she feels like this is a date? Equally bizarrely, I have to collect her from her home. This kind of clashes with my feeling that this is a bit 'underground'. I would be seen by neighbours. I'm guessing that Ed will have returned to working away following the weekend at home, am guessing that young Alex's grandparents (maternal) will be on babysitting duty. I'm not going to share info on any of this to anyone beyond Leeds Joe as I don't want it to be read as my having a date with an unavailable personage - I think that's a phenomenon he'd be comfortable with. By Monday I know I'll be nervous - even though I've shared relaxed time and space with Emma before.
Back to work pottering. Scottish Dave lands at 6ish - I think he'd wanted to come over earlier but I said "not doable". I will ask questions, if he is vague or evasive or bullshitting, I will sigh and ask again. He has used up all of his Wexford patience points.
Wishing you well-rounded beetroot and a good afternoon.
posted by Shane @ 2:04 pm
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