January 19th, 1983
[in Portuguese]
Idiot, idiot, idiot. Why did I have to open up my big mouth and go and say all of that?
Now Will thinks I'm a- well, I don't know what he thinks, but I know it can't be favourable because this always happens. Just as I think I've found a bloke something always gets in the way of things. Either he finds something (or someone) else to distract him, someone goes home (one of the sad things about meeting a bloke while on vacation or working abroad) or I have to blurt out something stupid and rambling and incoherent about wanting to wait before I ever slept
I'll give him all the time and space he wants to ponder things, but something tells me-
No, I don't want to even think about it.
...Maybe now would be a good time to spend a few days in Lisbon, as the Ambassador has requested ("come and visit" he keeps saying). He's in Portugal until the end of the month. Things have been stable in the office for a little bit, so maybe they won't miss me. Especially since it's nearly the weekend, and no one is in the office then, so-
-but wait. This is the weekend I was supposed to go to the West Ham match with Will. Oh, geez. Is that still happening? I should owl him, and ask. I-I still would like to see the match, but it would be so awkward.
Thank Merlin tomorrow is Friday. This week has seemed endless.