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  Wed 8th September 2010

Fairly spontaneous pissed-up night with eight or nine people loosely associated with academe who are full of misgivings about our possible or actual roles in it. An intelligent and droll young woman from Slovenia sat at the table with the body language of an inscouciant Italian, her left elbow planted on the table and her hand swivelling round to accompany her words. I quizzed her about Slovene's complicated case and number system (it has singular, double and plural), effortlessly coming across as Older Linguistics Bore. Some of us got talking more interestingly about the way that academe dilutes friendships through the pressure of having to chase short-term contracts all the time.

Me and Linda arrived first. She looked beautiful, in a dark green scoop-necked dress coming to just below her knees, black tights, flat black shoes. She asked me what I thought about her dress. I drew my breath in as I was invited to inspect her. She spent the evening veering between entertaining to desirable to someone who makes me think harder than I would do without her; and always, all the time, fearlessly funny, puncturing the slightest bubble of pomposity and pretension in her lovely Galway accent.

Restraint and understatement are admirable virtues, so on my way home I texted her. "You're gorgeous clever witty and pisstaking and I love how you dress. You are absolutely beautiful. I love having you as a friend Linda."  Subtext (of which she is perfectly aware): "I wish you were my lover".

The dating site have cancelled my subscription, deleted my profile and refunded the money on to my credit card. To the end, they refused to say what word it was that triggered their sensitivities. But it means I've managed to acquire Woman From Thirsk for free.

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Comment from: Sarsparilla [Visitor]

Heh, I’m imagining now, somehow, that “Woman from Thirsk for Free” was *her* introductory paragraph.

Tue 14th September 2010 @ 21:08

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