A real life dating adventure.
I have told Mr. Viking that I am seeing someone who I love, but that this relationship is supposed to be open. I have asked for space, while I try to figure out what Mr. Faraway means. I have a plane ticket to see Mr. Faraway soon enough, and nothing is resolved yet. My date said he understood and would give me space, then the next morning at 6am, a text:
I’ll be at *blank* restaurant at 6pm tonight. I’ll be wearing nice clothes. Please meet me there.
I politely declined after a couple of hours. This is all normal, I think. What is not normal is that he *still* went to dinner at 6pm by himself?! Followed by:
I had the shrimp korma. It was good. You were missed.
Sigh. Feast or famine.