20 June (part 2)
We go the open air comedy event in Regent’s Park. Me, Sean, Ricky and Jo. A double date. I’m sure I caught Ricky looking at me wistfully (have I mentioned before we were meant to be together?) as his fat, ugly, wrinkly, embarrassing girlfriend causes a scene by spilling a bottle of wine by lying on the floor in the middle of the performance. Yes, really.
Sean drives me home. ‘Goodbye darling’ he says as I get out of the car. I am his darling and he is mine. It could be so good if it weren’t for the small problem of him being poor and my not fancying him. There’s always something. Or is Jo right, am I the eternal list maker? What am I thinking? There are those who hit the mark. Like Ricky. More to the point, what is Ricky thinking?
About
‘When I grow up I’m going to marry a prince, Granny.’
Fast forward 27 years. I’m a hot, successful, kind and affectionate, officially ‘grown up’ girl-about-town. Still in search of The One. It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m in bed. Alone. Tanked up on Valium.
The quest has been active now for the best part of 20 years. I know he’s out there. I just need to find out where and how to find him. Things have got to change.
This is going to be my year. I just know it. So I have decided to document my experiences to amuse more than anything else. In so doing, the creative process may provide some kind of personal enlightenment and help face my demons too. And who knows. The journey may lead me to my prince. And where the chronicles begin.
