Berkeley Love Child, pt. 3

After a two month absence, Berkeley Love Child finally invited me to catch up over a drink. We met at Alberta Street Pub - I ate fries, he had chicken fingers.

I had my speech prepared for him. I wanted to call him out for the long absence, insist that he actually be a friend, even if he doesn't want to marry me. But he was so charming that it felt inappropriate. The conversation was natural for the first time, topics ebbed and flowed easily. He invited me to his house.

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I wish I could wrap this up in a fun and climactic way. We kissed in his living room and made our way to the bedroom. It was casual and he wanted to get physical; I said something along the lines of "I'm not trying to [xyz] and then not see you for two months." He was completely taken aback. "The phone works both ways," he told me.

We had a relatively civilized conversation. "The way I see it," I told him, "is that I invited you to a cool event and you declined. I reached out shortly after and didn't hear much from you. I wasn't going to push if you weren't interested." He seemed to hear the point, but saw the events differently. The core of his argument is that we have "different expectations." I should have fought this point more rigorously. I want to get married, but all I truly expected from him was to be decent.

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And so I returned home once more. Didn't work this time. Maybe the next one will be the one. 

This week:
Hard Luck Woman, Kiss

Before I go let me kiss you
And wipe the tears from your eyes
I don't want to hurt you, girl
You know I could never lie

I keep telling you hard luck woman
You ain't a hard luck woman
You'll be a hard luck woman
Baby, 'till you find your man