[He (re-)introduced himself with the line “How is it possible that you are still single?”, then asked if we could be ‘friends’ (again)]
I remember chatting to you.
I seem to recall you had quite the interest in boots or shoes and incessantly returned to it as a topic of conversation. When I redirected the conversation to more interesting topics, you bailed.
That was fine with me, no big deal. It was a casual chat, and of course nobody wants to spend time on exchanges that aren’t interesting to them. I harbour no bad feelings about it, but I’m not sure why you are reaching out now since I think we arrived at a natural conclusion to our interactions.
[for the record, he never replied :P]
And that, Dave, is why I’m single… (ref)
It’s always nice to know I’m not the worst person that frequently / occasionally reconnects with your blog. And honestly, it sometimes seems like I am.
I have no particular interest in shoes or feet. I like sunsets and dogs.
And now it’s time to disappear off into a realm of Spotify and Gin.
Here is a genuinely invigorating song:
Blog comments and personal email exchanges are two very different things.
In case you weren’t aware.
Apologies for the noise, if that means anything.
I have no right to post on your blog in the way I have. I’ve been an intermittent ass for a while, and there are probably other parts of the internets that would be more fitting of my limited talents that here.
I’m not sure what you’re apologising for, but I accept.
Merry Christmas to you and yours also :).
I leave messy comments like these from time to time. Have done for years.
I took your response as an entirely justifiable rebuke – unsolicited blog comments aren’t on the email scale. Was actually a little presumptuous to assume one even registers on the rebuke scale.
Honestly do wish you merry Christmas. You’ve said before that it can be a little difficult. For me too. Dropped an almost complete pasty on the floor in a shopping centre today while trying to politely avoid the Christmas bustle.
Even Jesus didn’t have to deal with that on his birthday.