Four Square and the Historian
I had this major crush and affinity for this phine historian in NC...with me, once I'm into someone...I'm into them...This one time on my last evening with historian, he surprised me and took me out to dinner...knowing my love for French and Italian foods...we ended up at Four Square on Chapel Hill Road...when we arrived at the restaurant, I fell in love instantly with the old colonial style two story house that the restaurant was situated in...the decor on the inside and the impeccable service and attention to detail reminded me of home where this is the norm for fine dining...the art work, the fire place, the initimate coziness and the wine made this evening special for me...I was with historian...whom I simply adored...it was more my affection for him than his for me...he liked me but he didn't share the same feelings that I had...and his non verbal confirmation of that was evident...it was a beautiful night nonetheless...
Historian, a socialite had a few friends...and if history served me right...his friends are fierce and down right sometimes evil..., On my last visit out to see historian... I arrived at the airport and he was not waiting to collect me as usual...he knew I was coming and what time...I tried calling him but he never answered his phone...I spent four hours waiting for him...so I called one of his oldest friends, who incidentally on my last visit told me point blank he liked me...and that the historian was not the one for someone like me...I politely thanked him and then let him know that that was my decision and mine alone...now whatever happened between the time I left the last time up until I arrived that afternoon was unknown to me...I wonder if you could imagine how mad I was that he did not come for me...nor call me...so I called his friend who told me that he did not know where historian was...but historian told him I was coming...I got the impression something went down...when his friend picked me up from the airport and said he didn't know what historian problem is...of course you know it was drama all the way... at 8:05 pm...historian arrived at his friends house after receiving a phone call from his friend...historian comes inside...I'm in the kitchen and says to me...Are you staying here or are you going with me...with such distaste...he was down so many strikes it was unbelievable...so I held my cool like the good catholic I am...got my overnight bag and proceeded with him to his apartment...
Once we arrived at his abode...you can believe...it was on...needless to say it was my last visit to NC....
QUOTE OF THE DAY
"No passion in the world is equal to the passion to alter someone else's draft." - H. G. Wells
Historian, a socialite had a few friends...and if history served me right...his friends are fierce and down right sometimes evil..., On my last visit out to see historian... I arrived at the airport and he was not waiting to collect me as usual...he knew I was coming and what time...I tried calling him but he never answered his phone...I spent four hours waiting for him...so I called one of his oldest friends, who incidentally on my last visit told me point blank he liked me...and that the historian was not the one for someone like me...I politely thanked him and then let him know that that was my decision and mine alone...now whatever happened between the time I left the last time up until I arrived that afternoon was unknown to me...I wonder if you could imagine how mad I was that he did not come for me...nor call me...so I called his friend who told me that he did not know where historian was...but historian told him I was coming...I got the impression something went down...when his friend picked me up from the airport and said he didn't know what historian problem is...of course you know it was drama all the way... at 8:05 pm...historian arrived at his friends house after receiving a phone call from his friend...historian comes inside...I'm in the kitchen and says to me...Are you staying here or are you going with me...with such distaste...he was down so many strikes it was unbelievable...so I held my cool like the good catholic I am...got my overnight bag and proceeded with him to his apartment...
Once we arrived at his abode...you can believe...it was on...needless to say it was my last visit to NC....
QUOTE OF THE DAY
"No passion in the world is equal to the passion to alter someone else's draft." - H. G. Wells
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