Fairytale Ending

It's been a week of extremes.

This week, I met my fellow Leonine friend, slightly older and by that, I mean wiser, more glamorous... gorgeous friend for coffee and a long overdue catch up.  Leo's  always get on so well, but we do. 

We need to talk at 100 miles per hour to cram everything in, in the hour or so that we have and we always vow to catch up again sooner.  My glam friend's main news was this...

After over twenty years together, Sacha and David married, splickity splat, no muss, no fuss... just like that. Sacha is actually my old boss.  Dear Lord, she was one tough cookie, but she was always fair and since I left, I can see the softer side of her.  After my friend describes the surprise and low key day, in walks Sacha.   She looks more beautiful than ever, the ring is simple, understated and gorgeous and I'm totally jealous of her ability to concentrate on the important part and not get caught up in the hoopla that goes along with so many weddings these days.

Thursday and Friday this week, I worked over twenty hours, factor in four hours of commuting over those days, and you can see why I was beyond tired.

I think you could probably describe me as a 'transmonster'?  You know, the one where Rachel and Monica are being quizzed by Ross for the appartement?  What is Chandler's job title?  If he did any of what I did this week, for nine hour stretches at a time... then according to Rachel, I'm a transmonster.  I input digit's to four decimal places for hours and hours at a time, and then checked them over and over again.  Sounds like a transmonster to me.  After the first 24 hours, my neck had a twang going on, thank God it's physio next week.

I re-watched 'Something's Gotta Give', I adore that film, and this quote; "I let someone in and had the time of my life"  Thank you Nancy Meyers... via Diane Keaton

John is a little older than me but he looks good, takes care of himself, if I asked him for a coffee, I think he'd accept, I swear I'm not being big headed, I think he likes me, I think he's open to finding someone.  I think he's a great catch however I'm caught up on someone else.  I do however think that he would be a great probability for one of two of my friends.  What the heck do I do?  How do you set someone up these days, without putting pressure on either party, without inflating hopes.  Why can't people just go out for coffee these days?

One of my best friends set me up on a blind date and it was a disaster and I think I put her off repeating the effort, for ever. 

I'm being harsh, it wasn't a disaster but I was my usual D'artagnon self, (on guard,) while my blind-date-ee did a great impression of an over eager puppy.  If he'd been a little more laid back, we would have made it to date two, even if we were to stay at just friends.

That's the trouble.  You reach a certain age and while women may secretly wish to, 'settle down', (I should swiftly add that I'm not yet one of them,) well, we can disguise it and be totally cool about meeting members of the opposite sex.  Men meanwhile, or at least the men I've met, have a distinct whiff of desperation about them.  I really don't mean that, but there is a definite whiff of over-eagerness shall we say?  (It's off putting, makes me want to run a mile.) 

It's a horrible situation, commitment-phobe versus a really good trier.  That's so sad because the commitmentphobe will always win, but if only they'd give the trier a chance...

So work wise, I have a crick in my neck the size of Orlando, I am exhausted and mobility deprived, (no lunch breaks to walk off my terrible circulation.)

Heart wise, I got a 'we won't lose touch' message from someone special.  I mean, we may lose touch, it's all just words and who knows but off the back of, 'you will be lonely and alone', it was perfect timing.