The following week came and went and the mid-week catch up with Alex the Architect never eventuated. I’m not too sure why but I remember we were in regular contact. It was fun and he was keeping me entertained, so I didn’t mind that I hadn’t seen him.
Texts from Adam the Accountant continued, and I was probably not the most pleasant in replying – we had planned to have dinner on a Thursday.
However when I woke up that Thursday morning I was grumpy and annoyed.
When I realized that the thought of going the gym was much more appealing than dinner with Adam, it was a fair enough sign that I should cut Adam The Accountant loose.
So I packed my gym bag.
It took me 20 minutes on my walk to work to write the text message that would confirm my heart on its path to pain:
Hey Adam hope your week’s going well. Will have to be annoying again and decline dinner. Probably not a good time in general to be honest. Best to not keep mucking you about! All the best.
His response came through quite soon after:
Hey, yeah sounds like a good idea.
Did I feel terrible? Slightly.
Not because I would never see Adam again, but more because I had made a decision.
The decision to concentrate my efforts on one individual – Alex the Architect.
I could not help but shake a terrible feeling at the pit of my stomach.
A feeling that I was setting myself up for a massive fall.
I now know that feeling was fear.
Fear that somehow this would all backfire on me.
Adam was a back up plan. My bench warmer.
With Adam gone the game had changed.