Lord, do I know how to put myself under pressure.
Take this new Dutch guy, DC.
DC and me, it's not serious. At least I don't think that he thinks it is. But I'm having to stop myself thinking of it in a serious way.
Is it because I really like him? Maybe it is. But I think it's also because I've set myself this stupid goal of falling in love and settling down.
Anyway, I flew from Geneva to the UK last week and had to change planes at Schiphol. I had a couple of hours between flights, and he came to meet me at the airport. He just texted me to say he was at the airport, having quizzed me on my travel plans earlier in the day.
He lives a long way from Schiphol.
Maybe I'm underestimating him.