Later last week...
Scat: So when can we have our first French lesson?
Morag: Stan, I think we should stop being in touch for now.
Scat: Mais non!
Morag: Oui. I’m sorry.
Scat: But why? I thought we were going to be just good friends.
Morag: I don’t think it’s a good idea.
At least not for now.
Scat: You don’t think I can handle it?
Morag: I don’t think it’s particularly healthy for you. Or me for that matter.
For either of us.
Scat: But it’s not like we were going out together in the first place.
Morag: Isn’t it? I think it’s exactly like that.
Scat: So why did we stop?
I really liked it, Morag.
I don’t understand how we got from there to here.
I don’t really know what happened.
Morag: I just don’t think we were singing from the same hymn sheet, Stan.
Scat: Ugh. God. Not the hymn sheet.
Anything but the hymn sheet.
Scat: I think we were though, that’s the thing.
You just ran off before we could start on a new hymn.
Are you sure you know what you’re doing?
Morag: God no.
Scat: I really miss you already.
Morag: This is why I think we should stop communicating for a while.
Scat: For a while? What does that even mean?
Morag: It means let’s see how it goes.
Scat: Let’s see how singing hymns with Christ goes, you mean?
I bet Christ's great at singing hymns.
Morag: You’re just going to have to give me some time to figure out what I want. And I want to give you time to figure out what you want.
Scat: I know what I want.
Morag: Do you? Are you sure?
Morag: Well, I’m not. I’m sorry.
Scat: I feel sick.
Morag: I’m going to block you on chat for a while, OK?
Scat: Oh Jesus Christ, please don’t do that.
Morag: I have to, Stan, otherwise we’re just going to carry on getting embroiled in these conversations and it’s not going to help either of us.
I’ll miss you, Morag.
Morag: I’ll miss you too.
Scat: OK. I’m ready.
Morag: Bye, Stan.
Scat: Do it.
Comment whoring :: I'll reply to all of the comments from the last few days at the weekend, I promise. There's a little too much to take on board at the moment. I need the space of a Saturday morning... In the meantime, let me ask you :: do you know of anyone who met their partner on the internet and it's actually worked out? I know of one. Hen's teeth, innit?