I was talking to a nice gentleman last night. It's not something I do often. But we've been chatting for a week or so and he's not creeped me out as yet. We're respectful of each other's time. He appears to be a good egg. He's not too far away (Like in Armadale, not somewhere like Caroline Springs or Officer).
Other good things, in my eyes. Never married. No kids. Educated. Likes reading. Active. Oh, and Greek. But not too Greek, if you get what I mean.
We chatted for a good minutes
We might go for a drink over Easter.
Another good thing. I'm going into this with no expectations. If we end up having a pleasant drink, and that's it, all is well. If we become friends even better. If you come away from all interactions with your sense of self intact, it's been a good.
Going in with no or low expectations is good. You don’t come away, disappointed.
“It’s not like we’re in our 20s and 30s any more.”
“True.”
“Think of the shit we used to get up to.”
“I think I prefer it now. I’ve got a lot more self-respect.”
“Me too.”
I’ll see what happens.
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