The move is time's, the loss is ours.
I was going to do this last night, but I wasted too long trying to work out what to put in a letter. And then we went to do 'dates'.
So I was coming off campus yesterday, just minding my own business, (a bit smug after handing in my essay, maybe) and who did I see walking towards me but Mr. Adrian, from college. It was genuinely one of those "Buh? What?" moments when you are increasingly unsure with every second that passes that the person you are looking at is actually the person you think it is, but then we were like "HI!" and it turned out that it was Ady after all. I haven't seen him since I ran into him in town in the first year, when he was working at the Law Courts behind the Broadmarsh, and before that I had not seen him since A Level results day. Last year he was doing a law degree in Sheffield; this year he is doing a maths degree at Nottingham. Random!
It was really weird to see him again, what with all the events at college. He seems exactly the same as ever, which is kind of reassuring in a way. We did swapping of numbers and provisionally arranged to go for coffee and catch up and what have you, which would be all kinds of lovely.
Speaking of lovely, Dawn took pity on me after I complained that maybe I was not a fun date and took me to Scruffys for a romantic meal and then to the Ropewalk, where she bought me wine and tried to take advantage of me. It was great! It was made more great by the fact that Rachel was able to come to dinner and I felt like we were The Three Musketeers (with the exception of lovely Emma, who would have made an excellent fourth musketeer), all planning the future and eating fancy-like. Rach was later replaced by a boy called Rob from Rock Sock, who was wearing a mohawk and a Questionable Content t-shirt (a poor replacement). I kept meaning to do testing in-jokes to see if he actually knew what his shirt was but I forgot. Nevermind.
Today I am going to buy tickets for Thebes! Dawn and Rach spent about twenty minutes last night scaring the life out of me by trying to convince me that Lee and/or Ross will turn out to be 60 yr old cult-members who are primarily interested in raping and killing me and not, as I had previously thought, friendly but harmless indie boys who like the theatre. I am slightly worried, although not so worried that I have agreed to Dawn's suggestion of a curfew. I am a big girl now! I am more worried about spending all evening surrounded by poncy English students. If there is talking during the performance, I will not be responsible for my actions!
So I was coming off campus yesterday, just minding my own business, (a bit smug after handing in my essay, maybe) and who did I see walking towards me but Mr. Adrian, from college. It was genuinely one of those "Buh? What?" moments when you are increasingly unsure with every second that passes that the person you are looking at is actually the person you think it is, but then we were like "HI!" and it turned out that it was Ady after all. I haven't seen him since I ran into him in town in the first year, when he was working at the Law Courts behind the Broadmarsh, and before that I had not seen him since A Level results day. Last year he was doing a law degree in Sheffield; this year he is doing a maths degree at Nottingham. Random!
It was really weird to see him again, what with all the events at college. He seems exactly the same as ever, which is kind of reassuring in a way. We did swapping of numbers and provisionally arranged to go for coffee and catch up and what have you, which would be all kinds of lovely.
Speaking of lovely, Dawn took pity on me after I complained that maybe I was not a fun date and took me to Scruffys for a romantic meal and then to the Ropewalk, where she bought me wine and tried to take advantage of me. It was great! It was made more great by the fact that Rachel was able to come to dinner and I felt like we were The Three Musketeers (with the exception of lovely Emma, who would have made an excellent fourth musketeer), all planning the future and eating fancy-like. Rach was later replaced by a boy called Rob from Rock Sock, who was wearing a mohawk and a Questionable Content t-shirt (a poor replacement). I kept meaning to do testing in-jokes to see if he actually knew what his shirt was but I forgot. Nevermind.
Today I am going to buy tickets for Thebes! Dawn and Rach spent about twenty minutes last night scaring the life out of me by trying to convince me that Lee and/or Ross will turn out to be 60 yr old cult-members who are primarily interested in raping and killing me and not, as I had previously thought, friendly but harmless indie boys who like the theatre. I am slightly worried, although not so worried that I have agreed to Dawn's suggestion of a curfew. I am a big girl now! I am more worried about spending all evening surrounded by poncy English students. If there is talking during the performance, I will not be responsible for my actions!
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