Sunday, 22 August 2010

Solo Date

My date with the toy soldiers was disappointing. My suspicions were right: they were pleasant but pedestrian. Our conversation did not lag but it didn't fly either. We never managed to get beyond the tangible and material. Somehow we lacked ideas, poetry, filth or romance. I could hear Virgil scolding me in the back of my head: "Don't talk about normal things! Don't talk about jobs!"

Sex with the toy soldiers might be a good shag but it would not be an erotic adventure. I have to write and thank them but, four days later, they have still not written to me. In a characteristic failure of good manners, saying goodbye at the end of the date I think I hesitated slightly when they said that we should meet up again soon. Oops.

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