July 14th, 1989
Just got home from a fun Friday night at the pub with Sarah, Simon and a not so drippy friend of theirs, called Sean.
Spent the morning in the garden with mum. We played table tennis for a little while, but as usual, mum was winning and I lost interest! When it comes to table tennis, mum can be a bit of a maniac and it’s the only time I ever get to see the competitive side of her. It tickles me how into the game she gets and how seriously she takes it.
Sarah said she and Simon would pop round after they’d been to visit her mum and dad and true to form, they showed up half an hour after they said they would. Simon’s always getting onto Sarah about her tardiness, it drives him mental but I’m so used to it with her that it no longer bothers me. Besides, we were only going to the pub.
Walked down to The Vic and it was absolutely jam-packed, so we sat outside. Sean arrived shortly afterwards in his Saab (I love those cars) and right off the bat he was super nice and very friendly. We sat across the picnic table from Sarah and Simon and when the boys went to the bar, Sarah leaned across the table.
“What do you think of him?” she asked.
“He seems nice.”
“Do you fancy him?”
“Sarah! I just met him!”
“I know, but he’s really chatting you up.”
“Hmmmm, he’s not too shabby looking.”
Gleefully, she whispered, “I think he fancies you.”
“Sarah, you say that about every guy you introduce me to.”
“Well it’s true,” she stated as I made a face. “Have you heard from Ben?”
“I’ve had a couple of letters from him.”
“Are you still gutted?” she asked.
“I’m trying my best not to be.”
“Do you think you two might get back together?”
I shook my head. “No. We won’t,” I said, just as the boys returned.
“Sean,” Sarah blurted, before he even had a chance to sit. “Do you know that Karen is single?”
“Stop,” I mouthed to Sarah.
Sean smiled and his cheeks reddened slightly. “Me too,” he said, passing me a glass of wine.
“Welcome,” he said, smiling widely.
For the rest of the evening, the four of us chatted about all sorts and whenever Sean’s leg brushed against mine, I made no attempt to move away. Much to Sarah’s delight, he asked for my phone number and I did give it to him but I doubt I’ll ever hear from him.