The Dame's Chronicles

Written by my dear friend The Dame:

I saw Beatrice last night for the first time socially in a while, our work has got in the way somewhat lately. The venue: The Arts Theatre in work town. The time: 6pm. The film: Atonement by Ian McEwan.

Firstly, my thoughts on the film. I think one word should describe it quite well. Amazing. The film from the very beginning was pretty, crisp and summery. The direction was quite arty as were the scenes the film portrayed. Both Keira Knightly and the male lead were very convicing. Watching the film you would actually think they were both in love, the scenes between them were palpable with sexual tension. The role of sister Briony was performed very well, she was again very convincing as the evil little sister completely at one with sinning against those closest to her. The film does have a lot of emphasis on the war, perhaps to much in Tainted's opinion, but I think although some of these scenes could have been shortened or cut out completely, they added to the general ambiance of the film - she wanted the greatest love of her life to come back to her from war so they could be together. A very touching piece that I would most certainly go and see again (and probably will with friends). I smell Oscars on the horizon.

Now to Beatrice. I think it would be apt to say The Dame is gutless. We watched the film and then made our way to Zizzi for a nice meal. I have not been in this restaurant since myself and The Doctor dined there when we began seeing one another. Beatrice and I sat by the window along from where we had sat and at the start of the meal I did wonder if the right choice of restaurant had been made considering the thoughts that were rolling around my head. I still think about her a lot but Beatrice did not deserve that during dinner after giving up her evening to spend with me, so I cut that thought short.

We had a lovely dinner which involved a lot of talking, flirting and smiling and then took a slow walk across green space to her car. There wasn't really an opportunity to be alone during the evening and I was on the verge of asking her what was going on between us because I just did not know. I didn't ask. I don't see this as such a bad thing, she does not need to be rushed and I certainly don't. I like her a lot and I think the feeling is mutual but I can physically feel my body holding itself back for fear of being hurt again. I just cannot do it again. What does it take to really let go and give your mind and body to someone? Answers on a post card please.

Yours,

-The Dame-