It was a weekend where no plans were made. No sports, no movies, no chilling plans were decided in advance. Has been a while since i've let a weekend pass without any solid planning in place.
And I've spent most of it trying not to think about V. Trying is the operative word over here, cos I was simply unable to do much blocking out. Images of her were like an ink stain in my thoughts, ever spreading and the more i tried to stop it, the more it permeated throughout last week's memories.
Why I asked her out for drinks on Thursday I do not know. Especially since i said to myself on Wednesday (with such conviction) that she was bad for me. Bad not because of her own actions, but the effect that she has on me and I decided that I should avoid her altogether. Alas, the decision lasted no more than 24 hours as she stayed back late the very next day and so did i. When she said she needed saving from her endless work, i stepped in, the willing hero.
Was glad that Fish joined us not long after cos the wine was wearing away at my defences and it felt good making eye contact with V in such close proximity - the flirting felt so natural, ping-ponging from one end of the table to the other.
With Fish around it took the focus off V and I stopped trying to pull my defences back up - I knew nothing would happen when someone else was around.
Fish took the first cab. V stopped the second one and blew a kiss in my direction before she got in.
Funny how simple, innocent gestures like that can have such serious ramifications. That airkiss, the opening scene for the long weekend. V was in every dream, in every kiss, in every embrace - the main star of the weekend play. Her neck, her cheek, her lips - the supporting cast.
And of course, i was the only fool in the audience.
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