12 July
Right, the girls have decided I must call Jewish as I said I would.
‘Set the precedent,’ Denise advised. ‘Then you are woman of your word. He will have to follow suit.’
I call but it goes to voicemail.
‘Hi… It’s Rebecca. I hope you’re well and having a good weekend and… um… well I guess we’ll speak next week. Bye.’
I don’t think he wanted to take the call. I don’t even think I’m going to get a call back. He’s lost the groove. To be fair so have I.
No comments yet.
Leave a Reply
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.
