Last month the Hickymeister (my European-fling-who-kept-on-flinging) told me that he wanted to fly over to visit me in Kobe in either late February or late March, depending upon my circumstances. And … for the umpteenth time … I had to put him off, on the grounds that I’m too busy with work and other stuff. As usual, he’s hurt, but understanding. We are both busy people, with lives and careers of our own. He is a divorced dad of two pre-teens, and I am … Miko, (un)willing servant of Benbeam. He’s wealthy and owns a holiday home, which he keeps inviting me to every summer. I’m not wealthy, and live in council housing. He dislikes Japan, and I’m not particularly interested in moving to Europe. He hates cats, but he likes me … a lot! Sure, I like him back, almost as much as I like cats.
But he really likes me. And much as I like him, I like my job better. And my cat, for that matter.
Will I regret this when I turn 80? Only time will tell.