All The Small Things

Mood: Hungry
Listening to: Cold Case

Went round to my beautiful girlfriends house today, to seek some advice from a sage and well travelled heart, on what to do about the watchmaker.

Her advice was to just be his friend, to keep a little bit of distance, but to make sure that he knows that I'm about if he wants to talk. This we decided may be achieved by sending a quick text message, just saying "How are you today?"

The reply was "Not a happy chappy" which didn't really give much in the way of information, or a clue about what he wanted.

So her advice was then just to call past and let him know that if he wanted to talk I was around and about. The thinking behind this was that he actually hasn't told anyone else in town that he has a girlfriend, so the number of people he can now expect sympathy and a listening ear from are severely limited. HA! Bet he didn't think about that as a possible backfire!

I called past the shop to say hi, and he seemed not too bad really. Certainly he was full of smiles and we just chatted for a while about what we'd been up to on the weekend etc. The closest we got to discussing the breakup was when he said he was throwing himself into his work that day, so we discussed work as a way of escaping thinking about things that we didn't want to think about.

We decided to have lunch, because it was almost lunchtime. We just ate in the park, which was nice. He asked me lots of questions, usual chatty stuff. His favourite question seems to be "So what do you know?"

Break in the conversation. I say "So whats happening with you?"

"I'd rather not talk about it."

"Fine. No worries." More conversation.

I really should have said something like, "Well, you know if you need to talk, I'm here. Thats what friends are for." But I'm a bit slow off the mark I guess.

He was supposed to cook me some muffins on the weekend, which apparently he did. However, when I enquired as to their whereabouts, was informed that the last one had been eaten yesterday. Now I don't care how much grief you are suffering from - Hands Off My Muffins Buddy. Naturally I'm not callous enough to be saying that to him now in his time of despair - but just so you all know - if you promise me muffins, I expect muffins. Plural.

Not Happy.

On the upside, he made lasagne last night, and has promised me some of that for lunch tomorrow. Sweet. I love lasagne! I just have to bring some salad for lunch, then I'll be all set. But again, with a down side. I was planning on wearing that blinking brown chinese top tomorrow, and now I won't be able to.

So this is my plan: (Though that does sound rather devious doesn't it... I mean, I'm not actually planning to behave this way for a particular outcome, other than to support him in the best way I can. I'm not trying to seduce him or anything like that. I just want to be his friend. Of course, later down the track, I may decide that I totally want to seduce him... just not yet!)

I think if I just steer clear for the most part, and let him do what he needs to do, then things will work out fine. And if nothing comes of this whole situation but friendship, then I will be very happy with that.

He he he. Don't I sound all balanced and well adjusted and stuff.

Hmm. We'll see what tomorrow brings I guess. And I can tell you now - it had better bring Lasagne!!!!