First, Joe accepted my friend request: the one I sent nearly three months ago as a gesture of goodwill – and because he said he wanted to be friends… twice. And because I wanted to see his flatmate again. Anyway, he accepted it. Which wouldn’t have mattered if I’d had the self-control not to look at his photos and be reminded just how bloody cute he is.
Then a friend informed me, over Skype, that she and Toby have been ‘hanging out’.
That was a good evening.