Part of my frustration with LP has been that for the past two Fridays, I’ve had amazing tickets to arts things and I’ve struggled to find a last-minute date.
I never asked LP, thinking that the mere act of asking him to do something I knew he couldn’t do would be too painful for him when he had to decline. It hurts him to let me down, so I found other dates or friends.
This Friday, I have an event and I have decided to invite him because I want him to go. Rather than spare his feelings, I am going to risk whatever nonsense he will feel as a result and invite him.
It’s sort of a test, I assume, but more along the lines of can we stop the gothic romance of it all and have a real relationship (again).