On Wednesday, I met I. She was pleasant and interesting, and we had dinner for three hours, and that was that.
On Thursday, I met S. She was unpleasant and annoying, and I couldn’t wait for dinner to be over, and neither could she, and it took a little under two hours.
On Friday, I met R. She was interesting and pleasant, and we first had a drink, and then went to a concert, and I thought she was interested, and I told her the next day by text message that I wasn’t and she responded that she wasn’t either.
On Saturday in the afternoon, I met F. We’d spoken on the phone a couple of times, and she was sweet and we sat closely on a sofa in a smoker’s bar, and I thought I could and would like to kiss her.
On Saturday evening, I met V. She was an amazing and brilliant and beautiful tall slender woman, and I let her talk about her work, mostly, but we talked about other things, too, and I would quite like to see her again, but I don’t know if she would, and I felt a little small, which I shouldn’t.
Late that night, I was texting with F and then talking to her on the phone, and it was clear that we were interested in each other, physically …
This afternoon, I met A. She was interesting an pleasant, and that was that.