So, today it's Saint George's Day, wich in Catalonia means it's some kind of catalan valentine's day. A good friend of mine, with who I may like to try to be something more, came today near my workplace to have lucnh weith her mom, and, with the excuse of paying her the last part of the camera she sold me some time ago, I managed to get her the traditional rose. I had a beer with her, her mom and her mom's friend, but then my friend and I went to the bank to get the money. I wanted to ask her out after giving her the money, I even had a joking sentence about how that seemed like a weird thing to do after paying her, and then, after she had told me either yes or no, I would go back to work and leave her to talk about it -or not- with her mother while they had a walk through the streets, with the traditional, and usally considered romantic, rose and books street vendors.
The bank is within walking distance from where we were, and on the way there, she told me about her mother's groups of friends. The friend I had met was from one of the goups, "regular people" that talk about "regular stuff". The other one, a new group, is made of sucessful females with careers. "they are very cool people: they are lawyers, doctors... And they keep having affairs behind their husband's backs!"
I get she is talking about her mom, married to some man who is a terrible husband, keeping her family in constant debt while being almost an absentee. These friends are strong, independent women, and they suffer because of no man. Yes, I get it.
But I didn't ask her out.