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      <title>Friend Zoned...</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&#34;https://archive.rustgeek.me/tag/tee/&#34;&gt;Tee&lt;/a&gt; and I had &lt;a href=&#34;http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=DTR&#34;&gt;the talk&lt;/a&gt;, from which it transpired she wants/ can only be &lt;em&gt;just friends&lt;/em&gt; with me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The bulk of that conversation was her version of the well-worn, if clichéd &lt;em&gt;it&amp;rsquo;s not you, it&amp;rsquo;s me&lt;/em&gt; spiel.. One can only handle being told about being a great guy with a great heart so many times before it begins to ring hollow, like the copout I have always felt it is…&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Treading water...</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&#34;https://archive.rustgeek.me/2013/09/london-again/&#34;&gt;Tee&lt;/a&gt; and I have somehow segued into friend zone territory - catching up once a day on average to share the minutiae of life, moan about our respective bosses and all the other things working adults who live alone find the time to complain about.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She has had a lot on her plate lately between work, illness and family visits, as I have been with work and my urgent trip down south to Sheffield to sort out the small matter of a visa.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>London, Again</title>
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&lt;p&gt;I first moot the idea of meeting up with Tee casually one Saturday evening, between getting a snapshot of her calendar for the next few months - it is chock full with work and travel - and getting tips for scaling back on my coffee drinking, after which it turns out that there are no airports in her corner of the world. That puts the downer on any inclinations to jump on a flight on my part - I famously never travel anywhere I&amp;rsquo;ll have to sit still for more than 8 hours - until she mentions she &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be in London sometime over the next few weeks. It turns out I only get four days notice, and I barely have time to sort out fights and holidays, hop on a flight and appear in London.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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