Miss T one more time..? 17 11 6 (17) 25 1 30

Now it's quite some time since I last wrote a blog about Miss T so at the risk of boring my more regular readers I decided to go through my file of blog titles before deciding that was too onerous a task deciding instead to cut to the quick and set about writing something, nay bother if it doesn't appeal to everyone for everyone needn't read it, eh?



Yet again then I shall attempt to categorise this person to see what you make of her and to see whether I can approach a little closer the truth of what makes her tick..?

Now this is the person I met 2008 8 26 in a Glasgow hostel in the evening around the dining table together with a collection of other people: Alveisi from Venice sitting to my right as I headed one end of it then Miss T to my left with Cam behind her, an Aussie who had a part time job in exchange for his board and lodgings, then opposite him a Polish girl in her early 20s who had arrived that same day to try to get a course of studies in one of the city's colleges. Behind Cam then a French guy who had also just arrived to take up a teaching job, teaching French in one of the colleges, and further down the table an American tourist and further down still a couple of girls from Oz and a very attractive girl from NZ. A lively conversation ensued with the American guy and the Pole getting quite excited about the actions currently unfolding at the time between Russia and Georgia...



As was my want in those days I was drinking maybe a couple of miniatures of red wine: 2 one evening 2 the next making up a normal bottle size of what 70 dl every 2 or 3 days? And my mood was light-hearted coming on top of two weeks in Scotland's wilder places camping and hill-walking when I collected 5 new Munro tops, the resulting endorphins still coursing through and round my body...



Well to my wonderment and delight Miss T and I spent the next 2 days visiting museums together and the few months until 2008 12 6 exchanged email messages on face-book when her messages stopped but when for 5 y more our commerce continued with my posting pics with captions on MySpace at her original suggestion because she had missed visiting the country where I reside and she making MySpace visits to check them out until she became a regular visitor. After a while my pic parade was augmented by blogs which for a time she would register hits to indicate she had read them, following this up with a period when she became more choosy about which blogs she would hit and latterly before MySpace admin pulled the blog 2013 6 12 rarely hitting any but the older blogs some of which took a total of 70 to 90 hits all told…



Well after 5 y just as abruptly I stopped posting pics as it became clear she was never going to write to me again, and the building silence was becoming intolerable to me. She knew I was happily married with children and grandchildren of course just having retired whilst she was in her early 20s just having completed her studies in art at a college in the south of England, before her return home at this time of year to Japan, following an extensive tour around Europe.



So she returned in 2014 to become quite active on F-b again for a few months midyear and even wrote a short email to me to apologise for her behaviour…Thereafter nothing until 2017 8 27, during the last 11 months of which I had neither posted anything new on f-b nor visited her account to see whether she had been active herself: the very same day in the year we toured museums together in Glasgow, that is when she suddenly appeared in my smart phone box of 6 friends on F-b as if to remind me of the good times we had had together then, following up her first visit with 5 more days of visits on the 28th 31st August 1st, 2nd and 6th Sept possibly reminding me also of the 6 subsequent years during which we had kept in contact albeit from her side non-verbally…



Why do I say “my very good friend” then? Simply because I think it is her way of keeping herself in my thoughts instead of a protracted correspondence she prefers to play games with me..? I could of course be wrong and this could all be nonsense, hahaha! Have a good day everyone as I hope you too have the odd bizarre friend..?  

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