And Pleasure.....

Having coffee with a friend is one of my favourite past-times – of course some friends are better than others when it comes to this sort of thing...

We talk for hours I don’t know where the time goes anymore….we talk about anything and everything without a hint of agenda or having to ‘think’ about it lest I reveal too much. We are even able to ask each other to NOT discuss something without there being hard feelings but then perhaps that’s because there’s no ‘real’ emotional relationship other than 'friendship' at stake...

He seems to ‘get’ everything I say. I don’t have to explain myself - there are pauses but they are not awkward - I don't feel a need to fill it all in with babble - we can be silent with each other and that's a good thing. It’s like when I was trying to define the kind of guy I find sexy and he mentioned the word ‘tarnished’ and while that image had not even entered my head I knew in an instant he knew exactly what I meant and he was right there with me...in synch somehow – I can’t explain it…

I am getting to close for my own good/comfort and safety and I need to step back because I am going to end up getting hurt – I am going to end up falling and I can’t do that with him – because he is promised to someone else. Perhaps it’s why I feel so safe, because I know nothing’s going to happen????

I don’t know – I just hate shit like this