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Let us where we were ...
On Monday night, she agrees to come with me to an exhibition of contemporary art on Wednesday. We agreed that I called her Tuesday to confirm the opening night of the exhibition (public holiday).
Tuesday morning I find out if exposure does occur the next day and it is. For lunch, I call on her cell phone so she gave me the number the previous day. There, after a few rings, I fall on her answering machine ... I leave her a message for her to confirm our appointment and I propose we end up between 19 and 19:30 on Wednesday night.
Then come the afternoon of Tuesday and the Wednesday when I expect a sign from her as what she received my message but it doesn't happen. I began to wonder if she has taken my message, which is still very likely.
On Wednesday night, I go to the show. I know when she doesn't live far away but I don't know the exact address. I expect then to the corner near the entrance of the exhibition. After a moment, when the hour of our meeting is over, she still can not. I wonder if I can not recall but I don't do it at risk of being a guy a little heavy.
So I'm going to the show, hoping she arrives during the evening but it isn't ... Admittedly, I spend quite a good time in this exhibition but I regret she still isn't here so we can share this moment together. This would have allowed us to find ourselves out of her professional practice and out of the doctor-patient relationship in which we were before. So I return the lost soul home at night wondering what went wrong.
The day on Thursday goes wrong as I rehash the past days and I stress the idea of seeing her again on Friday at our next session of physio. I stress all the more because I know it's the last time I see her a few weeks because I know she goes on holiday on Saturday and this for three weeks ...
MySpace The Sonixx
MySpace Tricky
Let us where we were ...
On Monday night, she agrees to come with me to an exhibition of contemporary art on Wednesday. We agreed that I called her Tuesday to confirm the opening night of the exhibition (public holiday).
Tuesday morning I find out if exposure does occur the next day and it is. For lunch, I call on her cell phone so she gave me the number the previous day. There, after a few rings, I fall on her answering machine ... I leave her a message for her to confirm our appointment and I propose we end up between 19 and 19:30 on Wednesday night.
Then come the afternoon of Tuesday and the Wednesday when I expect a sign from her as what she received my message but it doesn't happen. I began to wonder if she has taken my message, which is still very likely.
On Wednesday night, I go to the show. I know when she doesn't live far away but I don't know the exact address. I expect then to the corner near the entrance of the exhibition. After a moment, when the hour of our meeting is over, she still can not. I wonder if I can not recall but I don't do it at risk of being a guy a little heavy.
So I'm going to the show, hoping she arrives during the evening but it isn't ... Admittedly, I spend quite a good time in this exhibition but I regret she still isn't here so we can share this moment together. This would have allowed us to find ourselves out of her professional practice and out of the doctor-patient relationship in which we were before. So I return the lost soul home at night wondering what went wrong.
The day on Thursday goes wrong as I rehash the past days and I stress the idea of seeing her again on Friday at our next session of physio. I stress all the more because I know it's the last time I see her a few weeks because I know she goes on holiday on Saturday and this for three weeks ...