Dalliance

Well, this is just embarrassing. I finally manned up and asked The Sculptor to have coffee. And almost 24 hours later, I have not gotten a response.

This does not bode well.

I would rather him just say No than be silent. Silence leaves too much to the imagination.

And not in response to his non-response, I had a cocktail with a friend, felt a little drunk, and decided to pay The Virgin Bartender a visit. Drunk me is very ambitious. While putting on my shoes this morning I realized I was about to take a walk of shame, something I have not done in, er, years. I am too old for this. I stumbled out of his new apartment and thought I was trapped behind his wrought-iron gate but found my way out, found my way to the sanctity of my car, found my way home, and here I sit, having just reluctantly washed the smell of him off of me.

And I'm not kidding myself. I liked him before, I had to get over him before, and now I can accept this for what it is: Nothing Much At All.

Except. I just realized I left my new watch somewhere in his bedroom.