my mind. Maybe I needed to see a psychologist? Maybe this sort of thing happened to others. But then again, if I did see a psychologist, then maybe he/she would ’cure’ me, and I didn’t want to be cured from seeing Peter. No way, why would I want to lose the happiest moments of my life, even if they were only dreams.
My phone vibrated by the computer in front of me. It was a text.
’Hi gorgeous! Did you get my flowers yesterday? Hope you’re having a nice day/Dave xx’ .
Oh shoot, I’d totally forgot to thank him for the flowers. He’d been so nice and I was basically ignoring him. I felt a twist of guilt in the pit of my stomach. I texted back: ’Hi Dave, so sorry that I haven’t replied yet. I’ve been super busy. They were beautiful! Thank you so much!/Alex x’.
I got a text back almost immediately.
’I’ve got a little time at lunch, fancy a quick coffee?’
I didn’t want to hurt his feelings but I did feel like he was going a little fast. We’d only known each other a few days really. We had already met twice, he had sent me flowers and we were meeting again the next day for the gig. Whilst I was thinking this I realized I was actually mentally complaining about a wonderful guy showing me interest. Maybe I did need to see a psychologist after all? I needed to clear my head a bit nonetheless so I wrote: ’Would have loved to but don’t have the time today. I’ll see you tomorrow at the gig though! Lisa – my roommate is coming too, it’ll be fun’.
He replied: ’No problem, yeah tomorrow will be fun, see you then xx’.
I needed to talk to Chris about this. A male’s point of view might be good, even if it was coming from Chris. I