having a late dinner yesterday I kept asking myself: “was it a stupid idea to come?” you’ve made it pretty clear before that you didn’t want to see me, or talk to me, or even text me.
I came nevertheless, and I still think it was the right thing to do.
Posts Tagged as ‘dinner’
September 2, 2008
evening – the yard
We are back to the spot in the courtyard. It is busy now, but we find a place. I am really, really hungry, so I order a soup and a main dish. Water with it, I am a little tired. I don’t want to be tired, but I am.
During dinner, she talks to a [...]
September 2, 2008
the call
We spent four hours on the phone. When I dialed her number, the sun was still out. When the line got dead for the last time, it was in the middle of the night. I started out sitting in an armchair. I ended up rolling on the carpet on the floor.
I had called her first [...]
August 20, 2008
day 2 – drop-dead competent
When I woke up this morning, Esme was on my mind. I don’t remember dreaming of her, but I hardly ever remember dreaming anyway. What I remember was that I had wanted to dream of her when I had switched off the light some hours before.
We were in a different classroom today. But again, I [...]
August 19, 2008
day 1 – exposure
A close call, that’s what it was. Looking back, it was a rare opportunity. An amuse-gueule served on a silver platter. I let it pass, let it slip away. What was I thinking? Nothing, or rather: too much. Be it as it may, the chance was gone. Forever, I thought.
“What are your plans for tonight?” [...]
