Gargantuan

I've noticed distinct phases, which I have come to think of as sunphase and moonphase, in my state of mind.

I think they might be linked to the weather... this whole Seasonal Afective Disorder thing. Looks like I'm dependent on the sun which is odd as I like rainy days, snow, thunderstorms, lightning, fog.

So it's been moonphase for a few months, and the Very Fat Guy has been in hibernation. Batten down the hatches. But you know, it didn't last so very long, and wasn't a complete disaster. The sun comes rolling around again. Seems I'm learning to ride out the bad weather.

Recently I met two strange women. Not strange peculiar, strange new. One is a 'text buddy' who has SMS'd me back and forth for quite awhile now, and we caught up for a coffee on a sunny-turned-windy day last week. Walked and talked. I suspect there's a buddy-type relationship there which would be nice, but just the sniff of perhaps a little something more... stay tuned.

Another, an arranged meeting through one of those introductions sites which I joined in a moment of weakness. Coffee again, it's been a caffeinated week! Some connection on an intellectual level (I love meeting people who can write) but I doubt much more than that. We're walking back to our respective apartments, which by chance are quite close together. Mind of Very Fat Guy tries to absorb data and come to correct conclusion:

I have no instincts. I don't know signals. I can't read the signs. Too long away from civillisation. Might as well have spent the last decade in the jungles of the Congo for all I know about talking to people.

Scratch that. Would've met more people in jungles of Congo.

I think I'm getting the polite brush-off. Am I? It's hard to tell. "You've got my number." What does that mean? I should use it? She's going to be very busy, she says... surely a hint.

You've got to laugh, don't you? I could be a runway superhunk and I'd still have no clue.

But then, I hear that cluelessness is not completely unknown in the male population, so there may be hope for me yet.