14 January (part 1)
Shit. I wasn’t expecting this. Today.
‘Hey rebecca,how was t weddin last wkend?snowy?lol.r u still up4hangin out this sat afternoon?let me know ur plans…itd be cool2 c u.xx’
No I’m fucking not up for it! And, no. Didn’t go to the wedding. Had a rage incident due to cancellations, snow, morons working at London Transport plus a monumental period. The guy I’m supposed to meeting tonight has asked to change this to Saturday as he has ‘to work’ in Spain. Working for a nutty bitch at her agency next door to my flat. I thought I’d seen it all. But this was actually has some kind of full on personality disorder. Seriously. Thank God I’ve got an interview at another agency on Tuesday.say this to Charlie. I know what I’ll do. He won’t be around.
Sorry crazy being at work! Cant make tom now but out in south bank tonight. Come!x’
‘Hey rebecca, yeh im busy at wrk also.i cant get down2nite im afraid-got a family meal.that sucks ur busy tmrw… ill give u call wen im up-we shud def hang out.xx’
Bingo!
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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.
