It all starts, like most of the best stories, with a girl. It's the usual thing: she's
intelligent, she's
interesting, with a killer
sense of humour and
a smile that makes me melt. And we've been getting progressively more
friendly. The problem? Well, thanks to a load of two hour phone conversations,
we've run out of things to talk about.
Now, she knows that
I like her. She hasn't really given a response, but the
implication is that we'll
get to know each other better and
see what develops. All
well and good; but how do you get to know someone better when you've run out of things to talk about? It's not as if she's
unintelligent and boring; we like talking to one another, it's just that we seem to have covered absolutely
everything.
Topics that we have killed include:
Anecdotes and old stories
Favourite things (colours, food, films, etc)
Likes/Dislikes/Things in common
Thoughts on Religion, Politics, Philosophy, et al
Current affairs
All things tangential
How we never have anything to talk about
The situation is a little more complicated than outlined above, because I'm going to
Uni in a few months, and she's far too
sensible to start anything now. I want to, and I think she does too -- which leads to this problem. I know pretty much
everything about her, and
vice versa; ordinarily, at this point, she'd either have
rejected me or pounced on me. Since neither has happened, we find ourselves
here.
The
awkward silences that occur when we run out of things to say would be filled with
canoodling or become
comfortable silences where we could
stare into each others eyes and be all mushy. But, since we're
just friends, the silences are
just friendly.
It's sad, in a way, because she's
one of those people. I'm meeting her for
coffee in a few days time, and I have no idea what we'll talk about. Something will come up, because I'm
resourceful under pressure; but neither of us will be able to shake
the feeling that we're just making
small talk until it's time to leave.
Moral of the story: There is a
natural order to these things.
Disrupt it at your own peril; perhaps the
relationship will work out anyway, or perhaps you'll find yourself staring into the bottom of your
coffee, sadly
lost for words with a
person with whom it should all be so easy.