August 6th, 1989
Just got home from an unexpected night out in Luton with Sebastian and several of his friends. Not surprisingly, he and Stephen have decided to call it a day. What I am surprised about is that Stephen didn’t ring and tell me, then again I haven’t been around much and I suspect he hasn’t either. Sebastian said the distance between them (as in geographic not emotional!) was too much. And here I am, hoping to hear from a guy who lives six thousand miles away!
Spent most of the day on the phone:
Kimberly – “I’ve been in touch with Toby and I have a sneaking suspicion he might be gay but what do you think?”
In the conversation I was having with her in my head, I asked, “Don’t you remember me telling you that he had a boyfriend?” It seemed too harsh. “Whatever gave you that impression?” I asked.
“When I rang him, a guy answered. He had a Scandinavian accent.”
“I wonder who that could be,” I said, immediately feeling guilty.
“I think he might be Toby’s boyfriend.”
“You do?” Head version, “Finally!”
“I don’t know, just my gut reaction. You should always trust it, you know. When I trust mine, I’m always right.”
“Thank you for that excellent advice, Kimberly,” I managed to say without even a hint of sarcasm.
Talked to Pamsy for almost three hours! She loved hearing about David and our chance meeting in the market.
“Blimey!” she exclaimed, over and over again.
After I told her about our first kiss, she laughed and said, “You really are a minx.”
“Merci,” I replied. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Carl and I were on the phone for ages, reliving the antics of the cast of characters we encountered in Abu Dhabi. I told him about my conversation with Kimberly.
“Why was she even ringing him?” he asked.
“She said she was going to ask him out for a drink.”