Somehow he manages to capture my imagination and I find myself lost in daydreams about things I know could never be real. 
He was asking me to be the princess of his castle, that I could paint and draw all day and never have to work again, then fill his kingdom up with the children.
It was just pure silliness that somehow made my heart flutter a little at the thought. Everything I could possibly want, he was offering! I just played along as it seemed to be a joke but soon he made it apparent that he was actually being serious. 
'But you don't know me!' I exclaimed, and he agreed but went ahead and said he trusted his judgement. I quickly changed the subject and was very cautious. I know I need to be careful here. 
From one angle, it's all just playful behaviour, perhaps a little flirty at times but just something to talk about throughout the day. But then again, it could go down a little deeper than what I'm imagining - he might know me, but I also don't really know him either.
It's easy to see it all through rose-tinted lenses because we've not met and he's telling me everything I want to hear. In reality I'm pretty sure he's another of these 'Drew' types who claim to be all of these things and have all these achievements to their name when really it's all...in their mind. 

First of all, he's a bit of a scruff who generally looks a bit below par, he's eyes are sullen and he looks a bit bony. He's probably in a lot of debt with all these grand plans and the building of his studio and has at times admitted to living in a bit of a builders site. He comes across a little 'unsettled' in himself which I'm intrigued to find out more about, but then I know by doing that it could potentially be opening up a can of worms. I think he might be depressed. Which is why I think he's latched onto me a lot and enjoys our conversations as much as he seems to because it's a distraction from everything else going on, it's like I can take him away from all that.

 

It's wrong, I know. But somehow it gives me a feeling of satisfaction, that I can provide a comfort that he's missing. I mean this in a friendly nature, the comfort and support that friends give to each other. I hope he reads it the same way too. In truth, I've always enjoyed being there for people who may be going through a bit of a tough time, even from when I was a teenager who didn't really understand the risks involved. It's dangerous getting close to someone who might not be entirely consistent. It's also dangerous talking to someone who's with someone, whilst I'm also with someone - because although to me that's a sort of 'security,' he might see that as 'cards off the table' and still want to try something on regardless...

He mentioned meeting up, maybe going for a drink or a walk somewhere. I'm very much in two minds. I think i'd much rather be in a public place, just to be on the safe side - that's if I even go, I mean, I don't think I will. Could it be another Olive type of situation?