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There's a person that I like.
I see hir every day, and ze does not seem to know that I am alive.
I suppose that this is because I have never, as such, really spoken to hir, or tried to make contact in any other way. Not even by the eyes.
But I dream. I dream of a beautiful future for us together, and yet I fail to make the crucial step. I ... hesitate.
I dropped my briefcase on the underground train next to hir by accident the other day, and ze saw what was in there.
Thank goodness for Oilver, Ramsay, Lawson, and the rest, and the plausible, and apparently quite sexy deniability afforded by the suggestion that one's on one's way to a cookery demonstration - in the old day's I suppose, I'd have had to try and pass myself off as a doctor.
Anyway, hesitation; I could ring hir, I guess, I've got hir number, but I wonder if it's a good idea.
Your thoughts, Barbelith? |
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