9 July (part 3)
‘I guessed something wasnt right – although that didnt take too much intelligence !
I’ll drop you line in a few weeks time – would be nice to stay in touch if nothing else.’
He’s not giving up is he? A touch of injured pride mixed with arrogance. I could say ‘regret’ but I think that would be feeding my delusions of grandeur again. Funny. As he’s being so light and easy I may see him again if he gets in touch. Jewish is being an arsehole so why not?
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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.
