Last night Sebastien took me to a posh fish restaurant in Piccadilly where we started with oysters and finished with affogatto for me and apple crumble for him with sea bass and salmon in between. Defying convention I picked a red Granacha whose lightness despite it’s 2010 vintage complemented our meal.
This would be our last date this summer as he was going to Rome to finish off collaborating on a film script and I was leaving for my own travels. The next time we’d see each other again would probably be at the end of September. We’d had a number of dates over the month of July – going to the theatre, cinema or just having a meal together, like last night. On those occasions we had skirted around the topic of dating and relationships despite it being of interest to the both of us. Those earlier dates had ended frustratingly with us hurriedly kissing our goodbyes because it was far too late and with no time left to discuss these cogent matters. And so we had made the date last night with the promise that we would begin the evening without anymore beating about.
So I started the ball rolling by asking him about his relationships. He has yet to write the email to Natalya with whom he’d had an almost relationship but over whom he is still very much enthralled. He had rather abruptly ended their very brief liaison, which had apparently not even been consummated because he had sensed her encroaching dominance. Last night, in the retelling of the events he reached an insightful epiphany and revealed that perhaps by his abnegation of taking the lead, a vacuum had formed and N, taking this as her cue had moved in to fill it – so he couldn’t entirely blame her and perhaps that email to re-establish contact got closer to being written/sent.
His interest in the men in my life and how I started seeing them came next and very interestingly for me, gave me a clarity of my position in my relationship with Goran. S noted that of all the topics I raised and touched on, none came as close as that of G in revealing how keen I was, how animated I became when talking about him, his background and my growing realisation tempered with self-doubt that he might be a little interested in me. S tells me that all that G wanted was to get into my pants – which gave me plenty of pause. This morning I wondered that I didn’t tell S if G’s motivation might not have been matched by mine. By the time we were on our pudding I told S that I was beginning to achieve a glimmer of understanding of what drove G to do the things he does – e.g. continue to see me and his ex-gf. The key, taking all that he had told me about his open marriage lay in the fact that he was very much tied to his wife – certainly he was willing to dance to her tune whatever it may be – seeing me or anyone else was some small measure of his having a thing of his own, separate from the force of Madame G.
When we had finished our third course and was onto the next stage of the evening S, wearing his therapist hat gave me his opinion on the whole sorry saga – I was mistaken in my belief that Madame G called the shots – he was of the opinion that G, being the alpha male in the equation was looking out for no. 1 – with his Nordic origins and familial experience of an even-tempered society, he was attracted and compelled to remain attracted to the opposites which allowed him to experience those alien emotions of jealousy and anger and the violence to release the pressure, the drama of manipulative game playing along with the violent expressions of such humanity worthy of the longest running soaps known to mankind!
I came away from the evening reeling – from a combination of coming to terms with my own limitations and having to consider what I’m doing dating. If S was on the money then it wouldn’t be long before G lost interest in me – for I have long past lost interest in the drama and trauma of he said she said. Additionally, S had cautioned me not to take it as gospel that G might never leave his wife.