interested?

i had told N. about the drinks last night, but although his reaction to our conversation had seemed very positive, i wasn't sure he'd show up. thought he might. didn't know. but even if he did, he was bound to show up reasonably late. whatever happened, there probably wouldn't be any real time to talk, especially as he was bringing his friends with him.

he showed up. pretty much on time, too. i talked to him and his friends for a while, before having to take care of my other guests, but came back a little while later. but because of his friends (and my role as hostess), i was having trouble getting away from general topics. i moved back to the other people and then he came over. and then, to be honest, i stopped talking to the others, apart from Mr. J., who was sitting across from us and who was basically keeping the conversation alive - i was stumped for anything intelligent to say. and that's when i realised i knew next to nothing about him. i knew things like he was a very nice and easy-going guy, a guy who values his family and nature and who's travelled a fair bit, but i had no clue we'd kind of lived parallel lives as kids, albeit on different continents. it was definitely interesting.

after all that, though, i completely botched my exit, but what the hell. i'll send him an email tomorrow and we'll see what happens.