A J&K Conversation
A heavily embellished mash of stories.
‘So, I really like this person but then I told him it was alright to see other people.’
‘What! Why?’
‘Oh, I don’t know…I was crying on the park-bench at the time.’
‘Oh Jesus. Why were you crying?’
‘Well, I was just being indecisive…I just don’t see how our lives are going to work out.’
‘So instead of saying this you just went insane on a park bench?’
‘Yeah. But I just got a text from him that makes me think its better.’
‘Well that’s good. He clearly cares, he wouldn’t have flown cross-country to sit on that bench if he didn’t. And, trust me, don’t let the impending awkwardness risk destroying a relationship you really care about.’
‘Yeah. Pssshhhhh…I need more wine, we’re going to be chatting latter tonight if he gets back from work soon.’
‘Well it could be worse. After standing up a woman four times over a four-year period, I finally went on a date with her. To what else but a wedding! And then she had a panic attack in my hotel room afterwards.’
‘Whaaaaaaat?’
‘Yeah. But she said it could have been worse: She said she had a panic attack while having sex once.’
‘So you saw a desperate attempt to sustain life in five year faux-saga blow up, and your romantic night end with giving her a paper bag?’
‘Yup. So really, you’re doing well. Sometimes you really can’t go back. On the plus side I went on a date with a woman I really like.’
‘Oh nice! Was it romantic? Did you become star-crossed lovers.’
‘Well she liked me. But we ran into one of her friends, and I totally fell for her.’
‘Smart move. How’d that go?’
‘Oh really well. We facebook messaged 6-8 a day; shared life experiences; seemed to have a lot in common; played pool for three hours.’
‘That’s great! When are you seeing her again?’
‘Oh, well after when I suggested we should get dinner or go dancing she told me that she was really busy, and all should could give was friendship.’
‘[Silence].’
‘Yeah I was a bit confused.’
‘Well…maybe she just needs time? Or perhaps you misread the situation?’
‘Probably. But I reacted predictably, by saying that was totally fine—and then not getting a response after 24 hours de-friended her.’
‘Haha. Mature…’
‘Well she messaged me four days latter wanting to start-up our FB chats again! Just don’t get it.’
‘Sometime—and this isn’t a good thing—women just see how far they can go before a guy asks them out.’
‘Erm…yeah, probably. Granted it could have been worse.’
‘Huh?’
‘She could have told me she had a panic-attack after being de-friended.’
‘Perhaps we should make smarter decisions.’
