1 July (part 2)
I have a boyfriend! He’s really nice. He did text to confirm so I met him at Clapham North. It’s a lovely part of town. We had drinks, dinner then went back to his place. He has a lovely pad. We had a ‘canoodle’ but nothing ‘rude’. He wanted me to stay but didn’t push it. ‘I’m a gentleman’ he said. He has tattoos. It really goes against the grain. He is well spoken, professional. He’d love it if I got one too. They’re on his arms. His beautiful, muscly arms. His whole body is great. And he’s so good looking. I just know he likes me. Well, I think he does.
‘I can’t believe this. You’re sooo nice. I’m going to recommend it to all my friends,’ he said on internet dating.
‘You’ll have to stay here,’ on me possibly going back to work in Islington to ease my commute.
‘I really don’t want you to go,’ on me renting out my flat and going travelling.
‘You’re lovely,’ on, well, me.
‘You’re gorgeous,’ on me again.
‘You’ll have to stay here,’ on me complaining about the ridiculously long commute if I go back to work at that agency in Islington.
‘I call people “hun” or “babe” so I don’t get anyone’s name wrong,’ on me telling him I spotted a woman who interviewed me but hid because I couldn’t remember her name. Those alarm bells are ringing again.
We’re going out again on Saturday. I’m torn. I want to have sex with him. But know it’s too soon. Then again I’m supposed to be trying to not be lead so much by rules. I’m going to get my bikini line sorted. Just in case.
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‘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.
