I was wondering aloud in the office about someone who had sent me several emails at the beginning of the week and then suggested we meet up for a drink one night after work. I replied saying yes and...
well nothing.
Not a peep.
No thing.
Was it something I said? I reread the email to see if I had unwittingly mentioned a membership for the National Front, but my reply seemed okay to me.
'Oh don't worry, he's probably just gone away on business,' said one. Yep, to a country where there is no internet access.
'Or he's busy.' How busy can he be - is he running UNESCO in his spare time?
'You don't go to the trouble of asking someone out and then just go quiet (Oh yes - in my world that's exactly what you do). Give him a chance.'
'It'll be fine.'
'Yes, it's fine.'
'Yeah, you'll hear from him.'
and then in unison: 'Well, unless he's read your book.'
If he has - he's the only ruddy one!
