I met up with Craig for lunch again today, except lunch was at my house and there was no food prepared, or likely to be.

After a couple of minutes of slight awkwardness, Craig came towards me and kissed me.

Years of frustration, on my part, took hold, and I almost attacked the poor man. Luckily, he took control and slowed things down, but then, just as they were getting to the point I hadn’t been to in so long, he stopped, said he couldn’t do it and just return to work, and so we didn’t.

I admire his respect for me but… the frustration.