Right. As the more perceptive of you will be aware, today is when I hit my deadline. I know some of you will probably roll your eyes at this sub-melodrama, however I end the month pretty much the way I began it. Maybe it's some tiny spark of self-preservation that I thought long gone, certainly inactive, but I may just have been thrown the flimsiest promise of a straw in the shape of a young lady who is single, knew Sam, and has apparently been asking after me. Beyond that all I was given was her name, and there is only one person who fits that description; basically a girl whom I haven't seen or heard from for something like seven or eight years. I've yet to hear anything more, I'm waiting on a third party who has all the information and is taking it upon himself to intervene. The last time that happened, I fell instantly in mutual love with the sweetest, most gorgeous girl I ever had the privilege of knowing. I'm not expecting that to happen again; basic companionship is all I crave.
This month wasn't helped by the fact that yesterday - 27 February, for the record - marked what should have been the thirteenth anniversary of the day we first met. I'm afraid I haven't taken any of this at all well.
Fortunately, after all the recent drama, Shell and I are back as friends. She knows, now, how much she hurt me (or at least exacerbated the hurt) and actually seems now to be much more understanding than she has been. I've even noticed what would normally be termed flirting. Wishful thinking, maybe, but I'm not so sure.
Anyway, deadline extended for now.
This month wasn't helped by the fact that yesterday - 27 February, for the record - marked what should have been the thirteenth anniversary of the day we first met. I'm afraid I haven't taken any of this at all well.
Fortunately, after all the recent drama, Shell and I are back as friends. She knows, now, how much she hurt me (or at least exacerbated the hurt) and actually seems now to be much more understanding than she has been. I've even noticed what would normally be termed flirting. Wishful thinking, maybe, but I'm not so sure.
Anyway, deadline extended for now.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
