Hearts and Crosses
The dynamics of a platonic friendship have changed by virtue of my friend having asked me out on a ‘date’. Now, this chap is eligible and all in the conventional sense. He holds some sort of high profile job with a foreign bank, has nice teeth, decent manners and is fairly sweet. He’s a bit of a scatterbrain though and has a crooked nose, which is forgivable.
However, this ’date’ business is too weird to comprehend. Yesterday he called up for a tete-a-tete and I babbled on to wipe out any prospect of awkward silences. I think it has to do with always wanting to be in control, a folly of this generation.
My intuition tells me that this friendship turned romantic prospect is not advisable, as there isn’t ‘enough’ to sustain a ‘forever’ liasion. By enough I mean, that one needs to feel something special instinctively and not consciously conspire to feel. Women needed to do that in the 18th and 19th century, when they married for security.
My roommate who finds my romantic foibles very amusing, thinks I ought to keep an open mind. But my instinct works like a guilty conscience( damn!) and inevitably dictates my actions. I could be wrong, but usually my intuition comes out tops…sigh!
Ummmmm……