August 5, 2007

• It’s complicated….

  

  That’s what they write in Facebook.  When their love life is complicated.  I shall put some distracting kntting photos up.  Click on them for the titles and captions.

  

  Mine has just gone all complicated on me.

  

   I’m rather closer to the Anthropologist than I should be.  This is all I wish to say on the matter.  If you want more, then you need to ask the Brownie that we ended up sitting next to in the Vietnamese restaurant on Friday.  I’m sure she kept a weather eye open.  There is no label to what’s going on here. We are label adverse.

  

   Two of the Softball Team keep asking me out: neither are in that subset of the team that I fancy!  I went for a walk along the canal with one last night.  My defence was that he had offered to match make me.  I had not realised that he meant to matchmake me to him.  He waxed lyrical about the lights on the boat, the lights under the bridges round Camden.  I have obviously become cynical, particularly in the face of having spent most of Saturday working.  I totally failed to achieve any sense of wonder whatsover.  On his way home, he took a picture of the floating Chinese restaurant, all lit up, and apologised for not having been more Casanova like.

  

  Firstly, bless him (for he is great company, and I am definitely fond of him), he’s so short as to be more Casanunder than Casanova  (see Witches Abroad).  Secondly, Casanova is renound not only for the quality but also the quantity of his amorous adventures.  Thirdly, I don’t fancy him.  And so I shall name him Casanunder.  Unless I’ve got the spelling wrong, and it should be Casanunda.  I did try and put him off by rattling on about Brownies and Guides.  It did not work.

  

  The other keeps asking me out at the last minute.  He spooks me slightly anyhow.

  

  Then I’m off to visit the ENT Specialist in Brighton next weekend (I went out on one date. He’s a good kisser).  Just for a day trip.  Again, he’s good company, but….

  

  I also have a two way date with DRAMA!!!! and a friend of his on Tuesday night, because several of our circle got caught up in a car accident in Inverness, and one, from Eton, so we’ll call him that (Liz, no, he’s not gay) is still stuck up in hospital there with a fractured spine.  New sentence.  I shut off everyone’s mailboxes and access to their shared drives on Wednesday, but made sure to back up Eton’s and the Nameless Friend’s first.  This was Over and Beyond the call of duty as per the job description, so I get to be taken out to dinner and we’re going on to the late night Prom.  DRAMA!!!! has a girlfriend at the moment.  This does not stop his arm snaking around anyone pretty and female in the vicinity.  His girlfriend is called Blue (which sounds like the name for a well  loved and faithful dog), and is in New York.  I am yet to meet Blue.  I’ve seen photos.  She is tiny, and makes me look fat by comparison.  I know I am not fat.

  

  On the plus side, I am eating solid food again, my teeth feel less bruised, and my lip has healed.

  

  xxx

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