Just a Little Crushed

I can’t remember the last time I saw him.

Actually I remember it I just don’t remember when it WAS.  But it was an uncomfortable encounter (for me) as the topic of conversation tended towards just how in lerv he was and how fabulous internet dating is! 

Tough to take when he’d been the object of my affection for far to long to be considered sensible… (yes, the phrase ‘he’s just not that into you’ was applicable).

In any case, I’ve moved on, so too has he… moved on to matrimony and I think I’d seen him 1x in the last 18 months.  I’d only heard vaguely that he was married but it has since been confirmed that a wedding did indeed take place.  Brilliant, jolly good show, old chap.

Not bitter.

Nuh ah…

Anyway, since I moved to my wee garden flat I’ve been in vaguely the same suburb as he had, to my knowledge, been living so I was surprised we’d never bumped into each other.

(You know what’s coming, right?)

That was until about 2 weeks ago.

Turns out he’s living less than a block from my place.  Turns out we can still find plenty to talk about, rugby, work, church etc.  Turns out he STILL looks you in the eye when he talks to you, like you’re the ONLY person in the room/on the sidewalk, turns out he still has the bluest eyes you ever saw.

Turns out I don’t fancy him any more*.

Phew…

*Mostly true.