Getting old enough to have clear priorities and goals. Where, how, with whom. General direction is no longer acceptable, I can sense the anxiety raising from within.
Sitting in a decent restaurant, having dinner; I'm not looking at her — I'm observing, scanning, scrutinising, watching her perhaps too closely, studying her too attentively. I cannot help it. It's necessary.
I'm staging similar meetings with a number of them. Doing the maths with no emotions. If I choose, I have to choose right. Once I get the answer for this question, I'll fill in the other two easily.
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