A return to the olden days
Not that old, of course. I refer, instead, to my amusing and ongoing failure to progress with either the lovely Stubby or the lovely Shazza.
Shazza beguiled me into a lunch date today (not that I needed much persuading when cheesy chips were mentioned). We chatted as Shazza played with the pub’s cat. Ironically, she mentioned how lonely she feels at times. Needless to say, I reminded her that she has my phone number.
I said “ironically” because, when I gave Stubby a lift home from work, she too mentioned feeling lonely at times. Again, I pointed out that she too has my phone number.
It seems that in both cases, while they do indeed feel lonely at times (Shazza especially when she wakes up, Stubby especially when things go bump in the night), they don’t feel quite lonely enough to pick up the phone.
Stubby’s suggested a lunch date for next week, though, so I’m keep my hopes inexplicably raised.
Peh. Women.