So we worked things out. Mostly. I still don't know what to think of what he's done, but he's still the guy who charmed his way into my life. The least I could do is let him take me to dinner again. And it went well. We laughed, we drank a bit, we had a good time. And now I sit on my bed, knowing full well that I'm dead tired and need sleep. James is asleep (at least I think he is). But I think he'll tell you the rest of the story tomorrow morning. It was, slightly exciting, but mostly terrifying.
Sorry I'm so scatterbrained tonight. I think I had a bit much to drink. I just hope I can sleep it off. Hell, I just hope I can sleep.