I had the luxury of laying in bed for the majority of the day. This afternoon, however, my peace was interupted briefly by a meeting with the film man. I had failed to get his number so I was unable to cancel. I barely pulled myself together enough to make it out the door.
But make it I did, and I am not sure how I feel about the effort. He seemed pretty bored with the simple coffee house setting. He was constantly looking around and it made me feel quite ignored. He suggested going elsewhere, but I simply did not have the energy. Interestingly enough, once I made it apparent how ill I was, he didn't offer to postpone at another time. It kinda went down hill from there. My inability to speak was counteracted by his desire to talk enough for both of us. Clearly he has an issue with the state of our economics. For almost half an hour he went on and on about politics this and socialist that. Now under normal circumstances I would have joined in with enthusiasm at topics such as these. But a fever and chills are hardly what I would like to call a fun time. I have no idea how the whole thing played out on his part, but he did ask me for dinner on the weekend. I said I would call. It has yet to be decided as to whether that was a lie. I think it would be best to sleep for a few days and see how I am feeling about the whole thing. It needs a fresh perspective.
I have discovered something very odd about Bryce. Today I quietly came down the stairs without him noticing. He was singing. It was a sweet song, a love song perhaps. I went back up the stairs before he noticed me. That certainly is a new and intriguing side of him I have never seen before...
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