Asking Nicely. Or Not At All.

I assume I need permission for everything. That nothing is mine to take. (Possible exception of food? But no, I am polite and restrained if it is someone else’s to offer, only access to the supermarket or my own fridge or a cafe en route allows me to satisfy my greed untrammelled.) Continue reading Asking Nicely. Or Not At All.

Always Friendship (or Any Relationship?) On Someone Else’s Terms

Had lunch with two women I barely know but met through my old college. It was lovely.  A little Spanish restaurant where we each chose tapas to share while we chatted about all manner of things.  Nice place.  I used to go there with BH years ago.  But (though we talked about relationships with partners and exes) it wasn’t him I thought of afterwards. Continue reading Always Friendship (or Any Relationship?) On Someone Else’s Terms