6 March (part 2)
I’m at the gym. A new trainer has joined. He chats to me while I’m on the treadmill. He’s cute. He likes me. That will really get to Daniel.
On my way out, Daniel and I cross paths on the stairs.
‘Hello hun”, he says then shakes my hand. Shakes my hand? Has it come to this?
‘Hi!’
He gives me the once over and homes in on the spot on my cheek. My conscience. What am I going to do when he has gone? If nothing else he always tells me when I’ve put on weight or am looking tired. I like honesty.
‘We’ve got to stop meeting like this!’ he goes on.
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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.
