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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 12, 2005 0:38:57 GMT -5
"Oh. Well I hope it's going well." I say. "I'm somewhat concerned about Cambridge, I think she doesn't really care about herself..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 12, 2005 0:40:53 GMT -5
"Oh, how so? I guess I really haven't talked with hir." Bassarov replies as he takes a seat.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 12, 2005 0:43:28 GMT -5
"Well she, I mean sie has a few personal issues... Sie starves herself. No one is normally that thin..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 12, 2005 0:46:34 GMT -5
"I could try to talk to Sakari about it. He seems to talk to hir more than other socialists I know. I really don't know what else I can do personally. I don't really know hir."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 12, 2005 0:50:22 GMT -5
"Thanks. Like I said I think sie needs it, though sie won't admit it... And I think sie needs some male friends. But anyways how is the meeting going?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 12, 2005 0:54:15 GMT -5
"The meetings are going well. I admit they are a little boring at times, but it is a good learning experience for me."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 12, 2005 0:58:06 GMT -5
"Well I'm glad they're doing you some good at least. So when are we going to Ireland?" I ask. I think about what Cambridge said about playing hard to get, but I decide that if I do that at all I will do it later... I've been away from Bassarov long enough and I can barely stand it as it is.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 12, 2005 1:01:04 GMT -5
"In just a few days. So many socialists have volunteered to go there, I may meet with the Chechens first though. But I will wait and see where I am needed."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 12, 2005 1:05:43 GMT -5
"Okay. Well I'm sure I can help you with something. I... I want to be with you, even if we are just friends." I admit at last.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 12, 2005 1:07:39 GMT -5
"I should tell you something. I know that you follow me around and that is fine, I don't mind having you around. But I really am not looking for a relationship. If you ever thought that, you were mistaken. I am sorry... but yes, sure, you can come along with me. I like the company."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 12, 2005 1:08:52 GMT -5
A tear falls from my eye, but I wipe it away and try to keep smiling. "I... Okay... that's good enough." I smile a shaky smile.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 12, 2005 1:12:24 GMT -5
Bassarov tries to be above emotional response to this. He would rather devote himself entirely to his politics at the moment and having a relationship would only get in the way. "You really are a nice girl. It's nothing against you personally. I am just a messed up guy. Inconsiderate at times. Emotionally imbalanced. You wouldn't want to date me."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 12, 2005 1:14:38 GMT -5
I don't know what to say at first. I am tempted to remind him of our earlier relationship, that we had gone out before and even slept together shortly before I had to move back to Finland for six months. But something tells me that is a bad idea. "No... You're just busy..." I reply.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 12, 2005 1:17:41 GMT -5
"Of course. Well, don't worry about it then. We could head back to my room and talk if you like. I am feeling a little anti social after being stuck in meetings all day." Bassarov replies. He knows he is giving mixed signals but for some reason, can not help but be emotionally careless.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 12, 2005 1:20:07 GMT -5
"Okay." I nod. I stand up to follow him.
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