A Little Call at Night.

Alistair called tonight. He is away on business, but back tomorrow. He had gotten himself a little tipsy with his colleagues, and we exchanged a few text messages. I told him that I wished I was there because I love the smell and taste of fresh alcohol on a man's breath. He told me I was sick, and that he almost loved me for it. I said that he loved me for my arse, but that I hoped he loved my sickness a bit too. And then he said,


"No, not that either. Annoyingly, it's the sweet bit I like most! Yuch [sic]!"


And I smiled and wanted to hold him and kiss him.


He phoned on his way back to his hotel, and we had a nice talk. He was making half-joking little digs at the fact that I may have more than one date this week, one of them being with Saladin. I took them as they were meant, and responded affectionately. I told him I loved him.


We spoke about what we would do on Saturday, when we are seeing each other. I said that I expected him not to want to do much, because he may not be in the best of spirits. He has, after all, some discussing to do with Claudia, regarding their row-cum-likely break-up.


And of course, I instantly knew that they would not be breaking up, and it would all die down and continue as it has been.


And of course, I was not suprised in the least when Alistair told me that she has been being extra nice to him.


This has happened in the past when she has feared that he has really had enough.


It has confirmed what I am already doing is the right thing. Keeping my eggs well and truly to myself, and checking out the baskets along my way.


So I guess it's Me,

Alistair,

and the other man.