I thought Thursday Guy was just another crush, another notch on my emotional bedpost. But then the insomnia started, accompanied by the sending of crazy emails to my best friend at 4am. I had been so sure that there was something there that it was proving difficult to let go.
Wednesday evening, I rang my Mum.
‘No word from Thursday Guy.’
‘It’s been nearly three days and he hasn’t replied to my message. Not a good sign, eh?’
‘Did you ask him a question?’
‘Yes, I asked if he’d had a nice weekend. Shouldn’t have done that, should I?’
‘Hmmm probably not.’
‘I guess I just got the impression he liked me so I didn’t feel the need to play games… maybe, cos it’s lovely weather, he’s not at his computer much…’
Two lessons that can be learnt from the above:
- If you are using the weather to explain a man’s silence, it is time to move on.
- If you want someone to lie to you and say what you want to hear but know to be untrue, call a friend, not your mother.