Give me a few days to unravel, untwist, unwind, lie down here?
I met Nomi over the weekend. The play her theatre group did, I really liked it actually. It was frustrating to watch of course, because it took me back to my school days and “boys being boys,” and that was not fun.
We went somewhere to eat after. I had salad. And tea. She had sandwich. And a Pepsi. And a smoke.
“When I ask what are we, I don’t mean to imply we are a thing. I just need a label. ‘Friends’ is 100% a good label. How this works for me is I don’t like gray areas, and the clearer we are about what this is or is going to be, and not going to be, I can set my expectations accordingly. That’s all I really care about.”
“So, is friends a label that works for you?”
“Yep, all good.”
“Okay, I want to say something. When I met you, I was in a weird space. I thought I wanted a romantic partner but over time I have realised I don’t.”