28 September
OK, no more reading into things. Spot Hot Estate Agent parking up again this morning. I’ll record sighting but will not act or aportion any meaning. Thank you Spencer!
27 September
I’ve just met a guy. He was demonstrating massage machines in Putney Exchange. I let him have a go on me. What an angel. He kept telling me how beautiful I am (as in ‘You are far too beautiful to have cellulite‘ with reference to the machine’s anti cellulite action and ‘I can’t believe someone so beautiful doesn’t have someone at home for massages) and prefers older women. He is gentle, likes to ‘pamper’ and so sweet. He looks 24 but is actually 21. The oldest woman he has been out with was 36. He has given me his number ‘If you would like a massage or want a machine.’ He has an eyebrow ring.
26 September
My eyes are now open about Hot Estate Agent. I’m watching Spencer flirt in bed with his ex Louise whilst plotting asking Binky out whilst hankering after his real love, Caggy on Made In Chelsea. He can’t stop smiling at Louise. If I was in that situation I would be convinced he likes me. He doesn’t.
I just need to refocus on my rules. If a man is interested he asks you out.
25 September
I stop myself texting him. As I leave my flat to go to the gym this evening a pizza is being delivered to Hot Estate Agent’s house next door. I can’t make a text joke on what he is having for dinner. That would make me a stalker! But this does feel like the universe is trying to tell me something.
24 September
As I leave my flat to go to the gym Hot Estate Agent is parking up outside. I have butterflies. This has got to be fate. I smile and wave. He waves back. Come on, ask me out.
18 September
OMG. He looks HOT. I’ve just bumped into the Hot Estate Agent walking out of my flat on my way to the gym.
‘Hi!’
He smiles broadly.
‘Where have you been?’ I say as we walk along the road in the same direction.
‘Oh, just to the pub,’ he says.
‘So this is you,’ I say as he walks into the entrance of a house. So close, I could come in and we could spend a cosy afternoon together. He looks gorgeous. So fit. Wearing a stripey top and long shorts.
‘Yes.’
I smile.
‘You ignored my call,’ he says.
‘No I didn’t.’
‘I called you.’
‘I was frightened.’
Both a bit clumsy at the unexpectedness of the encounter but can’t stop smiling.
‘Call me when you want to rent your flat out.’
13 September
‘I’ve had loads of interviews so am hoping work will pick up again – plus I was thinking of being in India at Christmas rather than going someone else now!’
Back to Victor.
9 September
Mega fun night out with Vanessa from my old job. We’re at The May Fair and hanging out with… male models. Hilarious! They are hot. It’s like a scene from Zoolander. The May Fair almost bursting from their group sense of esteem. Vanessa doesn’t realise who they are. I let her in on it once they move on to the next bar. She gets their agent’s number so hopefully we can hang out with them again. The footballer from Strictly Come Dancing is also here. Vanessa and I didn’t have a clue who he is but various older women are getting photos with him and fill us in.
Vanessa leaves as she wants to get home before the tubes shut. I don’t want to go home yet so end up staying on with these two Australians who are staying at the hotel. They are kind of battling it out for my attention. I don’t like to switch from the one who initially started chatting to me even though the other one is cool.
They take me to Funky Buddha across the road. I wish now I had switched.
‘Rebecca, I have to tell you…’ the first one pipes up. ’…I’m engaged. But… if I was single I would be following you around all night.’
I nod.
8 September (part 2)
‘I’ll be in the Algarve as of next monday for 7 – 10 days, after that will be heading to UK for a few weeks and then off to India, i suppose? HOw come you decided to stay in London longer?’
So now he wants to talk!
8 September (part 1)
‘No problem. Sounds mega stressful. Your India trip sounds great. I was about to go on another trip to SE Asia but decided to stay in London a bit longer. If you go North you can meet some new friends I made in Daramshala. It would be good to see you. Let me know your movements. xx’
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.
