yes, I had a companion at the RA yesterday didn't see Vincent, as the queueueueueueueueueueueue was very very very very very very very very looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong, but saw Wild Thing, which features some of the sculpture of Eric Gill. . .. . .someone in whom I have a keen interest as you might recall from the other day
my companion (someone in whom I have but a vague interest). . . . . .(he's a Merican) (I'll say no more) (at the moment) was a decent enough gallery companion. . . didn't mind the fact I was late. . . didn't mind the fact that I'd described the meeting point as one dedicated to Linnaeus, but mixed that up with somewhere else. . . didn't mind the fact I needed a coffee and a fag before we even entered the building. . . didn't mind the fact that I was looking a bit scruffy. . . didn't really seem to mind about very much at all, actually, which on reflection is a bit odd, wouldn't you say?.
but quite possibly, seeing as this was a meet - not a date - there was nothing much to mind: I mean, it's only an investment of time and a sharing of money (on the "going dutch", I paid this time) so far, not an intellectual or emotional investment
so, dear reader,
what makes a date a date
and not a meet?