And then I came to the rational realization and wonderment of why I put all my eggs in one basket.
I tend to always focus on one guy - see where it leads.
I have been speaking to a guy for a couple of months (we bonded over our love for books by similar authors). However, every time he would suggest to meet up, in a date-esque way I would politely skirt around the question. This time I said yes.
Euston station tomorrow to get myself to Manchester for a night and then back to London. Ugh.
Well maybe not ugh. I’ve already planned my dinner. At the conveyor belt at YoSushi. Don’t need to appear to be a complete loner at a ‘Table for One’. Yes I’ve had to do this for work a few times and the looks you get…
No sight seeing though, no seeing friends. Strictly business. Ah. I’m getting old!
Welcome to Euston mother fuckers