15 July (part 1)
‘Hi baby. Did you back ok? X’
Phew. This comes in just as I arrive back. We got up at the crack of dawn – 6.45am - and got the tube together. It’s only 8.15am! But I’ve already got the call (well, text) back. He likes me.
‘Hi baby just walked in. Have a good day.x’
‘The family aren’t visiting now! Just got a text. Something has come up and they are going to leave it for a few weeks! Cool huh! Now I have a free weekend! X’
‘Cool hopefully i can see you!x’
A bit too keen for me I know. But I want to move in with him!
‘Great! Let me know when you are thinking. X’
‘Baby can i let you know? Need to find out about love box. Prob later today.x’
‘That’s fine. No worries. X’
‘Im going to love box on sat. So free friday or sunday.x’
‘Cool! I can do sun! How does that sound? X’
‘Good im on tube meeting sister. You were right i didn’t last and just had a litte nap! How are you doing?x’
‘I am shattered! Can’t go to the gym just want sobe sleep! You nightmare! I wish I could have had a nap! See you sun sweet. X’
I’m a nightmare? Is he thinking ‘This isn’t going to work. We could never live together’? Stop! I need to calm down. I am good enough. Say it again. I am…
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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.
