Ok, this should be such an obvious one, yet lots of people don’t seem to get it. This story is actually a few years old, but still worthy recounting. Not that I’m bitter, or anything.
I went to a party, and was introduced to D.. We started talking and found out we had lots of interests in common. We moved to a quiet corner of the room and talked from 9pm until our host got incredibly impatient and threw us out at 3am. I couldn’t tell you now what we actually talked about, but it was one of those really intense first-time-you-meet conversations with lots of chemistry and mutual agreement.
D. offered to walk me home (that alone is probably worth another post. I love being walked home.) and we continued to chat. At my house I asked him in for a cup of tea and we again continued to talk for hours. At around 7am, we were snuggled up on my sofa, still talking. He said he was going to leave for the 18th time, and then he left after a long lingering hug.
The next day (the same day, but just later) I had a conversation with the friend who introduced us. I asked him how he knew D. and he said:
“Oh, I think I first met his girlfriend through my course.”
Woah, what now? Girlfriend? The guy I had been talking to for ten hours straight – four of which cuddled up on my sofa stroking my hair- had a girlfriend? And somehow that girlfriend had not come up in ten hours worth of conversation?
I know we weren’t kissing or anything, and I didn’t explicitly tell him “Oh, by the way, I’m really attracted to you!”, but still.
(of sorts. because there doesn’t seem to be that much of a deal going on).
Please drop a hint in the conversation if you’re taken, somewhere in those first ten hours of conversation.