On the Carlisle Pike/Capitol Beltway zig from 581 to 15, that was my area since age 16 and you missed Katkeeper's house by 500 feet.

A bit weirded out.

I was sort of friends with a kind-hearted, very decent man. He never made a move on me (which was good as it was never going to go in that direction) and offered to help me out in many ways. I turned almost all of them down, because despite bemoaning my isolation and loneliness, I have learned to be solitary.

Things were creeping up though. He was more tactile than I liked. Nothing rude, but I get a bit twitchy about physical contact I don't initiate. Ask Limes, Dani or Carruthers and they'll probably refute that - because I know them and like them. Mr Limey too - I'd never hold back from a hug with him. But this person would touch my shoulders, my leg, my hair (!) No.

Anyway, it's all a sad story because he has a very possessive daughter, only ten years younger than me. I have no issues with her - she lost her Mum (and this man lost his wife) to illness. But it meant she got quite stroppy about me "being in his life" in a way she didn't with his male friends.

I decided I couldn't deal with this. I had to sit him down and be open and honest and explain that while I was happy for us to bump into eachother, to have a laugh and a smile, I couldn't make plans to meet up, accept his offers of help, let him bring round food etc. I've accepted very little from him finanacially - as I say, the odd cup of tea, a takeaway (because he gets it free from where he works), an offer to go to the hospital with me - I refused - and he has a copy of my keys so I can't lock myself out any more.

But it seems I wasn't careful enough.
He cried.
He actually cried.
I felt like I was his wife telling him I'd shagged his best friend, and he was saying, "I don't care, I still love you anyway!" I had no idea it would be drama-central.
I got three calls, two text messages and three voicemail messages (which I have not listened to and won't). He wanted me to speak to his daughter to clear the air?! Errrrr, no.

Bloody hell.
People, emotions. I'ma gonna stick with my rats.
Sod this.

Maybe ya could take the girls out and shake 'em at him a lil bit?

:p:

Sorry it went down like that Sundae.

You are not responsible for other people's emotions, Sundae. You did your best to let him down carefully and gently. Please try not to feel bad that he is upset. His emotions are his, you're not responsible for them.


Sent by thought transference

Correct.

Easy to say, harder to live, still correct.

Had a long walk home on Friday. Got blisters on the soles of my feet.
Was hinky about whether they would burst, especially the plum coloured one on my left foot.

It did.

Right outside Sainsbury's.
SQUELCH!
Fluid all over my flip-flops and the pavement.
I'd been sensible though - as well as wearing flip-flops, which can simply be rinsed under the tap, I had tissues and wetwipes in my bag.

And a lovely lady stopped to ask if I was okay while I was cleaning myself up - she was younger than me, but concerned that I'd cut my foot on something. Probably a Mum, bless her.

Grim grim grim. Is throbbing a bit, but am happier knowing it's all done now.
I think the other one may have leaked out slowly - it's more pancake than fried egg.

You have a way with words. :D ;)

She does, doesn't she?

I am, but I don't understand this at all.

I think I understand. If you log in to tripadvisor, and search for her name, and click the tab for the users who show up in the search results, you can see the 25 reviews that she has done. If you click through to each review, you can scroll down to the bottom and click that the review was "helpful."

I think that's what she means, and I just did it for most of her reviews. Then I got distracted and lost my place and gave up.

There is a (Hallmark) "Siblings" day. I had a fleeting thought that that seems tough on only children. Then I realized every day is Only Child Day.

*snicker*

You mean today is another day about me!! It certainly is.

No, it's about me!

Me! Me! Me! I!! I!! I!!!