I bumped into L again at lunchtime. Or should I say that she sat herself down at my table while I was working through a particularly dificult Sudoku. I didn't ask her to join me, and to be quite honest if I'd known she was in the pub I would have gone elsewhere.
Apparently she has split up with her pet neanderthal again, this time for good. The engagement is off. This news comes as a bit of a relief to me as her welfare was always somewhere in the back of my mind.
I think she may have been angling for a re-kindling of what we used to have between us.
Me being the gent that I try my best to be, I couldn't just get up and leave, could I? I couldn't even think of a polite way of telling her to 
off out of my life forever.
I'm not going to let her play around with my emotions like the last few times that we've been "an item".
Trouble is that part of me wants her, needs her and still loves, no, ADORES her, but the greater part of me says AVOID, AVOID, AVOID!
Could I tell her that in the few minutes we shared at lunchtime?
No. 
Will she be back trying to inveigle her way back into my life?
Probably. 
Will I resist?
Yes. Even if it means going somewhere else for lunch.
