magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Er!n text messaged me while I was at work, having read what I wrote about last Wednesday. 'I'm not unreliable,' she told me, 'it's just that..'

She couldn't really explain herself well through text messages. And understandably. So much is already lost in email communication, then limit that to 110 characters per thought and make it difficult to type. We made plans to meet up. We got dinner, then sat in Washington Square Park and talked.

She still found it hard to explain, and it's not really my place to try and analyze it here, but basically, and this is not exactly right and is very much an over-simplification, basically, since I've been in New York, she's felt that I'm a different person. I'm still me, of course, but on a very deep, intuitive level, she gets the impression that I'm not, and it's been a hard feeling for her to reconcile.

I'm not explaining this well either. And I told here that I wasn't going to pick it apart on my site and say the things that I was thinking but not saying. 'Ah ha! So you are thinking them,' she said.

'No. I just chose those words to express the way you were looking at the situation. Really I'm not thinking anything else. I don't know what I'll say on my site about this.'

She left to do work, I headed towards the subway. 'So now that we've kind of started to get this out in the open, you're not going to keep avoiding me, are you?'