12 MarchPosted: August 20, 2011
Today I file the necessary application in Court to close High BP’s case. I come out of the chamber, and suddenly, miss High BP with a sharp pang. In the last few days, he has managed to impress me in a way that he had never done with his looks, or his car, or his flirtatious charm. I bring up his number on my cell phone and look at it. But I don’t press the call button. I know that if I call in this state of mind, I will make some lame excuse and mumble, and he will wonder what I am up to. Avoidable.