I woke up the next morning to the following email from Max.
I have it in my diary for Thursday at 6.30, but I’ve got a meeting at 8 I must dash off to after.
Still on for Thurs?
Ok, so it was my mistake … but a date of such limited length of time? No, thank you. He was slightly redeemed but now that I have tasted that small nub of disappointment I was not inclined to be drawn in again and busied myself elsewhere – at the apiary, the allotment, catching up on reading and chatting to the others of course. Max and I re scheduled our date for Sunday; initially when it was suggested, I hadn’t been free, but then Goran called to postpone our Sunday date.
Can all these relationships survive the long haul?