chilung

The universe has a sense of humour, a bored, direct cruel one but still a thoroughly amusing one. Just as I'm bitching about the lack of interesting people, someone from my past list of interests gives me a call. Lets just call her pseudo-date (because I took her out on one once, because she had been bitching about the lack of people interested in her, I wanted her to clarify it to at least, the lack of people I'm interested in been interested in me). Anyway here is the conversation, (important names removed)

Pseudo: Hey ******

me: Hi *****

Pseudo: So what are you doing tommorow?

me: confused well, I don't know what time?

Pseudo: ... So are you coming to see Tati... Its on the at the Astor, Lisa's organising it

me: still confused um...

me: trying to work out the why here So, who's coming?

Pseudo: Lisa and Seb of course, Paul

Me: trying to grasp solid facts oh what time is it on?

Pseudo: 2pm

Me: Well I've got writing group tommorow at that time note to self it doesn't look very good to someone when you're busy when they want to catch up and Paul told me he'd be at it.

Pseudo: Oh, Lisa said Paul was coming

Me: Oh... extended uncomfortable silence anyway I'd better get going, I've got some stuff to do.

Pseudo: Okay.

end conversation

What annoys me is that I still have no idea what she thinks about me, if she thinks anything at all. I can deal with the idea that she wants friendship, that she wants a fuck friend (not likely based on personality), that she wants to flirt, that she wants nothing to do with me, that she wants a pseudo boyfriend(of which I have no intention of becoming for anyone), but so far I have NO bloody idea what she wants, no flag of any sort, not even the "I'm vastly confused and stop flying flags in my face" flag has been raised.

arrr