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Nov. 3rd, 2009 01:02 amUp until now I've had a persistent small doubt that there might be a casting couch type SNAG hidden somewhere within the acquaintanceship that's been developing between myself and this British film director.
It seemed to be going that way at one point where it was obvious that *ahem* one is fancied and screwing perhaps even *expected*.
Leaving his penthouse to catch a bus I suspected I might have blown it (in so far as anything with squalid basis could be regarded as Win. NB i don't actually physically fancy the guy - no point in pretending).
Not so.
This evening I spent 6+ excellent, funny, informative, thoughtful hours being visited at my place by that same man (he's now left to drive home).
This is the fourth time we've met; I think it might just be the start of a friendship.
: )
It seemed to be going that way at one point where it was obvious that *ahem* one is fancied and screwing perhaps even *expected*.
Leaving his penthouse to catch a bus I suspected I might have blown it (in so far as anything with squalid basis could be regarded as Win. NB i don't actually physically fancy the guy - no point in pretending).
Not so.
This evening I spent 6+ excellent, funny, informative, thoughtful hours being visited at my place by that same man (he's now left to drive home).
This is the fourth time we've met; I think it might just be the start of a friendship.
: )
