Day One hundred and forty eight - Jenny was a friend of mine

Well, no, not Jenny - though for some reason I always thought of that song as being me and Filipa's song. And I have no idea if we even heard it together once. But Filipa was a friend of mine. No, scratch that - she was my girlfriend, for some eight or nine months, but I'm not sure that if we ever were friends. We never went through that stage. We literally went from being strangers to being in a relationship in a span of a few weeks. So how did that happen when the last thing I wrote was that when I felt that something was on the verge of happening between us on that very first night was to make a retreat and go home? Well, it just so happened that I was about a quarter of the way home when my phone rang. An unkown number was callling me. It was Filipa. She wanted to know why I'd left without even saying goodbye. And by jove, the honesty one feels when one is dead drunk, led me to tell her that had I stayed we'd end up making out. And she asked me if that was such a bad thing to do. Which, I know, morally is. But the flesh was weak and willing. So I asked her what she wanted me to do, and she told me to go back to where they were. I jumped in a cab, went back to the club where I knew they were, and I rang Filipa to let her know I was outside. I couldn't go back in - if her friends saw us making out they would kill me. So she came out, and came up to me, and seconds later we were kissing. We didn't make out for long, because she had to go back, and I had to go home... but wheels were set in motion that night. But... it almost went nowhere. A pang of guilt made Filipa call me a few days later and she told me that she really wanted to go ahead with the wedding. I said I understood, and I hoped she'd be happy, but in a way, it was such a pity. And that was that - I truly thought that I'd never hear from her again. Happened before, so why would that time be any different? 

So it was indeed a surprise when shortly thereafter Filipa asks me if I want to go and have dinner with her. We'd eat somewhere then maybe get some drinks, and just talk. I asked her why she wanted to do it, and she said she needed to be sure. And so we met, and we had a meal and drinks, and we got to know each other a little bit. For quite a large part of that evening I felt that, yeah, nothing more was going to happen. I felt like she was sure, that whatever this thing she needed to do had made her make a decision. And she did, soon after she was breaking up with the guy and we'd be going to become a couple.