There's always another shoe...

She's a Scorpio.

You know, the funny thing is I don't really care that Heather is a Scorpio. Sure, I've had bad experiences in the past, but let's be honest... MOST of my previous relationships were bad experiences, and by no fault of astrological signs. That was all me... mostly being immature and stupid. Still, it woulda been nice if she were a Virgo... but, c'est la vie. I have no problem dating a Scorpio.

Now, the trick, of course, is that we're not technically dating. I mean, we've sorta been on one date, if you can call it that... but she lives in Hamilton, and I'm most certainly stuck here in London. Maybe on Saturday I can trump up some excuse to come down for the day, and then head to my father's place Saturday evening. That might work out pretty well, actually... hmmm... I'll have to ask her about it later. Maybe we can go out for lunch, go for a walk... I dunno, whatever it is that the kids do on "dates" these days.

Pity I have to go see my father, of course... but, I suppose some sacrifices must be made.