Recently, M has been blowing ‘warm’ as opposed to the distressing ‘cold shoulder’ treatment of the other day. On Sunday he asked if the dinner invite I’d extended to his family was on condition that his whole family would be there (His mom and dad couldn’t make the proposed date)
“N…n…no, of course not...” I stammered, studiously avoiding eye contact with friend Fiona, hoping that M had not noticed the sharp elbow jab she’d just delivered to my side. “You’re more than welcome to come. In fact I’d love for you to come”
Then, I thought… Hmm I can’t have M all alone in my flat, because he'd think it's a romantic gesture... scare off the poor dude...can't have that...
So later on I invited my tech team chief and his wife to join us
“Is it just the two of us?”
“No, I’ve invited M as well”
“Hmm, there’s been a lot of talk about ‘M’ from you”
Silence
“Oh ho…!”
“There’s nothing to tell really! M regards me as his sister. I don’t regard him in quite the same way. And that’s all there is to it”
“So, you’ll be using us as chaperones”
“No, I won’t! I just want to have you guys over for dinner. That’s all!”
Kim. You liar
