waider | weekend, redux

It's been an odd weekend. Sometimes it feels like everyone around me and her (no, a different her to the previous post) is thinking we should be together except, well, me and her. And I'm kinda on shaky ground on that question; the single-since-whenever part thinks HELL YEAH, and the rational side of me has a more practical view on obvious incongruities and certain historical recollections. So the weekend was spent in hanging out with her, but in a friend-friend way that even people who should - and probably do - know better misinterpret into something worth gossipping about.

Ay me.