But, anyway. The walk. After a slightly inauspicious beginning on my part (I was ten minutes late as I had an unexpected number of phone calls to make and receive and couldn't jump in the tube), coupled with some good-natured humour on both our parts when we were establishing when and where to meet up, involving some directions worthy of a clandestine spy meeting provided by CG, we proceeded to, well, chat for the next three hours. We talked about books, parks, history and our individual passions and backgrounds, and it was all rather Before Sunrise-esque.
Speaking of birthdays, I wasn't entirely sure how to take his asking me out. I mean, he asked me out during the requisite 24 to 48 hour window which establishes that's he's keen (I suppose, according to friends), and, yet, he told me about his upcoming birthday celebrations... and didn't ask me to that, so I guess, not so keen. Plus, he didn't pay for my coffee and cake. I don't expect guys to pay for me, but I do expect that on a first date, as it were. I'm traditional like that, although I will go Dutch most of the time following that. I'm also stupid like that, but I don't generally like men feeling like they've paid for something other than just the meal or the movie, if you get my drift.
Anyway, I texted him over the weekend to wish him a happy birthday, but haven't received a response. I suppose he may have lost his phone and, hence, my number, but I'm not entirely sure I want to text after a non-response! (I'm not imagining things, by the way, as he mentioned that he'd almost lost his phone recently through sheer carelessness.)
To conclude, it's not as if I'm interested or anything, I must add. It's spring, and it seems traditional for all things to blossom during spring!