I've written a little before about how they come and they go, and like it or not they exist in all our lives in on form or another.
Today has been more than a little ridiculous, and if I hadn't been there myself I wouldn't have believed it.

IW1 - School playground. A far more intereting and dangerous place than you might thing.
First day for a one-time friend of Tx who we haven't seen for about a year. Far too small and cute for comfort, with the kin do feyes that make you take notice of them whether you want to or not. Nice hair, and far too much happy smily flirty shit for that time in the morning.
Then it just got crazier
IW2 - For twenty minutes I sat outside at the Bargate, watching the world go by. Fascinating things people. Beware of men with pointy hair and pointy shoes, and girls whose skirts flap up too high in the breeze. Felix Da HOuse Cat. Mee -ow! Walked back inside the centre and got hailed by a girl who was waving at e like a nutter, and eventually had to pull my shirt to get my attention. Enter the very lovely Layla, friend of Kink, whose deposit I paid on her house a few months ago. And there she is. Large (or shouIdI say 'small') as life and very excited at having moved into her digs yesterday. She talked, and taklked, and smiled, and laughed, and talked - and remembered three of the kids names. And the cats. We went for tea and cake. She was lost, so I had to walk her to the bus stop. She wants to meet for lunch tomorrow.
Txt has been exchanged. Scary, scary thought.

Note to self - the irony of the bus connection. Never come along in ones, or when you expect them to.

IW3 - Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water. We've moved up to the next swimming level with Boy, so now its on a Thursday. Same place, same time slot. And there was Sally, and it was as if she'd never been away. Nine weeks I reckon. So we had a lot of talking to do. Or at least she did. her voice is one of those that I could just listen too all day, and she has the most attractive turn of phrase. And pretty cool hair too. Aaaargh - i don't need this. Why can't you just have disappeared, like yesterday?
What the f*ck has happened to move her son to a Tursday as well?
What are you trying to do here?

Not only, but also

Beers tonight with Mirf. Long overdue. Great company, great conversation as usual. But WTF is this fascination with Rush?? I'll give yoou Amon Duul, that's quite cool - but prog rock? hmmm - a man has to have some lines...
On eof those nights-in-a-thousand when there is more than a moment when the barmaid's conversation lingers too long in the air. Magnetic questions pulled me in, and I found myself spending far too long getting the drinks in listening to her trying to get herself a job as a photographer - even as a secretary. Or something...

And all too soon I did return
Like a moth to a flame

And then again.
Serving pints with paper, upon which is etched a phone number, a web address and a hotmail account. I know this kind of thing happens all the time. But not to me.
And always when you least expect. I was clumsy, distant and - but m thinks I handled it all OK, though like a couple of sixteen year olds we have wondered about what happens next.

So what have I done?
Sent an email.
She's replied already, but without checking the inbox first.

I'm scared now.

My life is F*CKING WEIRD