Last night at 2AM my phone received a call from an unknown number. I would have answered – I was awake and in a fantastic mood – but didn’t hear it as I was elsewhere. It was Gomyo ringing from Japan – now that would have been an entertaining conversation! This afternoon another unknown number called. Learning to use the telephone is so odd and intriguing; answering from a “caller id called withheld” is like buying a Grab Bag at Ye Olde Curiosity Shop!
This time it was Rachel asking for dating advice and I exclaimed Because I’m so good at that?!
We had an excellent chat as I ventured toward Jai Krishna, amazed that the day was warm and balmy. It is a custom to go there for the Iain birthday celebration, so I associate the place with brutal cold. Poor winter babies! Jody wants to come over and throw a joint birthday party, but as I pointed out, England is actually closed that week.
I glanced up from contemplating the menu and recognized the tattoo on an arm wandering by. We’ve never met in person but I would know Ally anywhere. Very much against my normal hesitant (not to mention oblivious) routine I reached out and tapped her arm and said hello. Great fun, lovely woman, expat solidarity!
My agent texted to invite me out to bear boy burlesque but with all the coincidence in the air today I decided to retire to the borrowed apartment rather than risk it. Who knows which person from my past I’d see at that show!
What advice did I give Rachel? Make yer move! Don’t process! Be a man!