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"...all the time"

  Sun 19th September 2010

I went to a film tonight with Ingrid. My friend Brian has been going out with her, on and off, for a year or so. One Sunday afternoon a few months ago when me and Brian were a bit the worse for wear, he said "I don't know what it is about her, but I want to fuck her all the time." At the time he was being pursued by this 20something Italian girl who used to wear stockings and suspenders when she came round to see him. But he preferred 50-year-old Ingrid. I know what he means. I like her too.

One night a few weeks ago me, Brian and Ingrid were down the pub and they got into an argument about immigration. It got a bit heated and he stalked off. Ingrid got a bit tearful, then rallied round because two girls from Italy who were staying at my house for a couple of days were arriving soon. Ingrid steered them into the pub on her phone and we all had a mediocre curry in Wetherspoons together, which was unfortunate as the two Italian girls were involved in the Slow Food Movement, the ethos of which hasn't quite got through to senior management in Wetherspoons.

Tonight we went to see L'Illusioniste, an animated French film set in Edinburgh. We went for a drink, then left the pub and started walking up the hill. Remembering Disaster on Platform 14 where I attempted to kiss Kim at Leeds station, I kept saying to myself, "Don't do anything, don't do anything."

We reached the point where we'd go our separate ways. "We should do this more often," I said. "Well, again anyway," she replied. And take it from there."

I walked home repeating over and over again in my head her phrase "...and take it from there", wondering what she meant. What's "it" and where are we taking it? To which the answers are almost certainly "nothing" and "nowhere".


Comment from: Tony [Visitor]

Maybe….Maybe not.

Mon 20th September 2010 @ 22:21
Comment from: [Member]

Keep plucking that flower and tell me where it ends! I’ll give it a couple of days then see if she can be persuaded out again.

Mon 20th September 2010 @ 22:27
Comment from: [Member]

Ah-ha, a friendly enough email from her arrives. I replied straight away asking her if she wants to come to an exhibition opening on 13th October.

Tue 21st September 2010 @ 10:30
Comment from: [Member]

Ingrid update: separate invitation from me accepted for a theatre do tomorrow. (Gives himself high five).

Fri 24th September 2010 @ 17:33

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