I just called to say… “it’s not you, it’s me”
I have just had the phone call with Elizabeth that I have been dreading. She asked if I was free to meet up so I couldn’t dodge it any more.
I got so stressy about it that I had to actually make a list of bullet points so I didn’t just start saying words out of my facehole without knowing what they were. Here’s what I was working to:
- Thanks for joke
- How was your day? (mine was pretty hectic)
- Thought it best to call
- Thanks for coming Tuesday
- It was fun
- I know it’s a cliché but I’m just not feeling chemistry
- Kit Kat
This masterpiece of oratorial planning took about 1o minutes to come up with. That’s how much I was dreading it. We chatted about everything else I could manage before I really had to bite the bullet.
Actually, she was absolutely fine about it. Or at least, if she DID run off after and eat a tub of ice cream whilst watching Bridget Jones’s Diary, she certainly gave no hint of that.
I think that in all of this I most appreciate being able to talk about difficult things with a girl who can behave like a grown up. She thanked me for being so honest.
I think that peace and order is now restored to the world. Toast does not look like a bad man for saying I am a good egg and there should be no social awkwardness if we’re all in the same place socially in the future.
…as long as I don’t get drunk and kiss someone in front of her.