I’d like to think that looking for sympathy has never been my thing, but if it was, the circumstances of the tiff with Tee were never going to get me any. Nothing epitomised that better than my veritable wing woman K. In fairness to her, she had voiced several concerns over a month ago when the noises about moving to America had begun to get louder. It was in fact one of those conversations that led to her concluding that I was hell bent on getting myself hurt.
The fact that I trip to London I should have made to attend a mixer was axed by yours truly without any sensible explanations only served to make it worse, which was why I took a long deep breath and settled in before I dialled her mobile a full three days after the fact.
Zim was a little less scathing. As a bloke who understands what the friend zone feels like and who has had experience of it himself, there was empathy - but nothing much besides. Makes the one about lying in your bed as you make it close to home I suppose.
Sister #1 insists my five straight losses in the arena of love either mean I am looking in the wrong places or need spiritual help from the likes of MFM. I am inclined to think what is required isn’t a root and branch approach but a slight tweak to the meeting and hooking up strategy..
It’s been nearly a week now… Slowly sinking in….learning to forget and soldiering on… :)