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8/52 Dating in a Noel Coward Film
Feb. 23rd, 2020 09:06 pmI have had a strange sort of week - we're at the end of week one of the four week strike. That's stressful but it's getting to be a "head down and get on with it" situation. I feel really close to my colleagues who are striking which is something I was lacking in the normal run of things so that's been good, but it's going to be difficult to keep my emotions and feelings in check when we go back to work and I have to interact with the other half of the department, almost all of them the most senior, who are scabbing.
But I don't want to talk about that today. This entry is about something much more inspiring than strikes and labour relations.
On Friday I had the most extraordinary afternoon turning into an evening where the very ordinary somehow got transformed into something exceptional and magical.
I spent the afternoon with a woman I met on NYE; we have been chatting steadily ever since. She was also one of the people who I went to Charleston with last weekend. She declared her interest in me a while back, I told her - honestly - I didn't really have any romantic or sexual feelings for her but that I also know this can change as I get to know someone. We had a very positive relationship to one another in that respect where we both acknowledged where the other was and we just kept building a friendship. Which is what Friday was meant to be about.
Except, after a couple of awkward hours where the conversation went as it has done previously between us, and various members of her family popped in and out of the kitchen at her house where we hanging out, it suddenly got...deeper.
I couldn't tell you what changed, but we embarked on this incredibly honest, incredibly intimate conversation which made me feel these waves of attraction for her and prompted a deep closeness. We moved from her house to the pub, and even that change of venue didn't interrupt this mood. It felt like we were in our own personal bubble insulated from the world around us.
Noting the time and the rapidly diminishing train connections to get me home, we dashed out of the pub and walked to the station. It's a tiny station and the train I needed catch is on a single line; it comes from station A (my destination) to station B (where we were) to station C (3 minutes away) and turns round at station C to come back again. We arrived to the station as the train was departing for station C. The train guard spotted us and told us to get on rather than stand out in the cold for 6 minutes while it did the loop.
So we climbed aboard, out of the dark and cold, into the bright lights and anonymity of an empty train on a near-deserted branch line, for a trip to nowhere.
And then something undefineable shifted again.
We're sitting facing each other, her legs sandwiched between mine. And somehow we're embracing. And then we're kissing. And then, we're back at station B and she needs to get off. And she vanishes off the train, and runs into the darkness without looking back. The train departs, taking me home.
It was extraordinary. I don't think I've ever experienced something so simultaneously transformative and transient
She messaged me yesterday and described it as a rare moment where "you feel like the wind and the world is behind you". And it really was just that exceptional.
I don't know that our trajectory is any different now than it ever was, but I couldn't be less worried about that - and she's made clear she's not either. We shared that evening with absolute equality and mutually recognise it as quite singular. It was an extraordinary moment and I feel so fortunate to have experienced it.
But I don't want to talk about that today. This entry is about something much more inspiring than strikes and labour relations.
On Friday I had the most extraordinary afternoon turning into an evening where the very ordinary somehow got transformed into something exceptional and magical.
I spent the afternoon with a woman I met on NYE; we have been chatting steadily ever since. She was also one of the people who I went to Charleston with last weekend. She declared her interest in me a while back, I told her - honestly - I didn't really have any romantic or sexual feelings for her but that I also know this can change as I get to know someone. We had a very positive relationship to one another in that respect where we both acknowledged where the other was and we just kept building a friendship. Which is what Friday was meant to be about.
Except, after a couple of awkward hours where the conversation went as it has done previously between us, and various members of her family popped in and out of the kitchen at her house where we hanging out, it suddenly got...deeper.
I couldn't tell you what changed, but we embarked on this incredibly honest, incredibly intimate conversation which made me feel these waves of attraction for her and prompted a deep closeness. We moved from her house to the pub, and even that change of venue didn't interrupt this mood. It felt like we were in our own personal bubble insulated from the world around us.
Noting the time and the rapidly diminishing train connections to get me home, we dashed out of the pub and walked to the station. It's a tiny station and the train I needed catch is on a single line; it comes from station A (my destination) to station B (where we were) to station C (3 minutes away) and turns round at station C to come back again. We arrived to the station as the train was departing for station C. The train guard spotted us and told us to get on rather than stand out in the cold for 6 minutes while it did the loop.
So we climbed aboard, out of the dark and cold, into the bright lights and anonymity of an empty train on a near-deserted branch line, for a trip to nowhere.
And then something undefineable shifted again.
We're sitting facing each other, her legs sandwiched between mine. And somehow we're embracing. And then we're kissing. And then, we're back at station B and she needs to get off. And she vanishes off the train, and runs into the darkness without looking back. The train departs, taking me home.
It was extraordinary. I don't think I've ever experienced something so simultaneously transformative and transient
She messaged me yesterday and described it as a rare moment where "you feel like the wind and the world is behind you". And it really was just that exceptional.
I don't know that our trajectory is any different now than it ever was, but I couldn't be less worried about that - and she's made clear she's not either. We shared that evening with absolute equality and mutually recognise it as quite singular. It was an extraordinary moment and I feel so fortunate to have experienced it.