Hoping to Grow Up

The tango show didn't happen. Instead the business associate and myself had a nice, casual dinner at the impressive French restaurant, La Bourgogne. I rather liked how they prepared the salad there. It was exquisite to say the least. And the carrot and asparagus soup was to die for. He was quite polite for the most part, though it got incredibly uncomfortable when he started to blatantly hit on me. I quickly reminded him for the 11th time that I was happily engaged. He finally stopped when Dario cleared his throat loudly from behind, giving him a death glare.

After that I went back to the hotel room, watched Jurassic Park for the first time, which reminded me just WHY I hadn't seen it before. I talked to Rink last night and I wished for once that it didn't hurt as much whenever he touched me. I am still a little girl who wants to hold her brother's hand when she's sad or scared.

"By the way" he hugged me "I'm glad you found him"

I froze on the spot and felt so awkward. After I mentally severed our strong bond, the very fact that he touched me, that he thought of me as his little sister that's getting married. I am cynical. I thought for a second that maybe he was doing it because he was happy to get rid of me. But... I managed to see that he was actually happy. Ashley makes him happy. Steven makes him happy.

When I realize that I haven't grown up as he has, I felt so disheartened. However, I couldn't tell him. I just kissed his eyebrows and told him I was glad he was happy. Which I am.

I talked briefly to Nathan. He was God knows where, I just heard a zooming sound and the unequivocal "well got to go, talk to you later". A 'later' that never really comes.

Now I am going to see Harry Potter. Yes. Happy times.