The blasé version.
This new guy on the scene - the aeroplane dude - really shouldn't like me, only because we're an unlikely match. Because of complications that come with this.
This is accidental. And by no means am I jumping into any relationship with two feet, trust me. If there were two people no one would ever imagine getting along, it's me and this guy. But we do.
There are many complexities, and nothing is certain here, at least from my standpoint. One thing is for sure: this will be a talking point for many of the people we know. But, luckily I don't give a Royal Ascot what people say about me, so this doesn't bother me in the slightest.
The one thing that has happened and I am deeply sorry for, is hurting another person because of this. Someone, whom over the last few months, I have grown to care for deeply, and is my friend. He can't understand how my mind works regarding this.
If it's any consolation, I don't know how my mind works either.
He's opted not to talk to me for while. Which is probably the best thing for him – I believe that a No Contact Policy while things are rough is a good idea, and I will respect this. It's always worked for me. It means you can be friends later on.
I'm being taken out for dinner later. Here's hoping it's not a MacDonald's Happy Meal. Because that would be a tragedy.