January 28th, 1990
Girls flat, Hampton Hill
Spending the night here in preparation for an early morning check in, which is only a few hours from now.
Lorna and Kimberly are away so just Meryl and her boyfriend Alan, who is very Scottish and very shy. The more wine we consumed, the more uncomfortable Alan appeared with the conversation Meryl and I were having about what else but the opposite sex. Two bottles into the evening, Alan mumbled something about a stack of reading material he had to plow through, in preparation for an upcoming lecture.
“Sorry, Meryl,” I said, holding out my glass for a top-up.
She looked to make sure Alan was out of the room. “Don’t worry, he’s probably happy to have some time alone. I love him but blethering’s no exactly his strong point.”
“It’s ours for sure,” I laughed.
“Aye, it is. Besides, now you can tell me all the juicy bits about you and Jack.”
“Let’s see, Jack is lovely and utterly charming and I think if Ben was out of the picture I could totally fall for him.”
“Wait! Ben’s still in the picture?”
“Yup, just last night in fact.”
“I thought he was engaged?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “They exchanged rings.”
“Isn’t that considered a betrothal?”
“Typically, it would but in this case, there was no fanfare and he swears he has no intention of marrying her.”
Meryl’s expression, mixed with her guttural cry said it all.
“I know, I know,” I pleaded. “When it comes to him, I just can’t seem to help myself.”
“I find your relationship with him mystifying and I haven’t even met him.”
“Trust me, after seven years of him in my life, I’m still baffled by it!”
We cracked up laughing.
“I think you should give Jack a chance. I know I only met him briefly when he came to pick you up but he seemed really nice.”
“He is and I do plan on seeing him again.”
“Ok good but where does that leave David?”
“Ah David. I have letters galore from him. He travels almost as much as us.”
“I cannae believe you haven’t been rostered a trip to LA yet.”
“It’s so unfair, you lot have all been and I’m still waiting.”
“It’s the most brilliant place, you won’t want to come home. When you finally get there,” she said, with a smirk.
“Don’t rub it in.”
Meryl laughed. “What do you think will happen?”
“Ben. Jack. David.”
“Ehm, I’d say nothing with Ben, well when I say nothing I mean no future but I can’t imagine ever seeing him and not snogging the face off him.”
Meryl laughed. “What if he marries whatsherface?”
I shook my head. “He won’t, I can guarantee it. And her name’s Mandy.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Think about it. If he truly loved her, would he still be in contact with me?”
“You’re right. Ok, what about Jack?”
“Like I said, I do want to see him again and of course having him in the same country is an added bonus.”
“So, David is out?”
“I wouldn’t say that. I’m willing to see how it goes the next time we meet.”
“When will that be?”
“I wish we knew someone in crewing we could chat up to get you on a trip to LA.”
“Can you think of anyone?” I asked.
“Unfortunately, no. Are we done talking about your admirers? I have to wee.”
She stood up and crossed her legs. “There’s more?”
I nodded my head. “I met a guy called Jean Jacques on my Lagos trip.”
“And you’re just telling me this now? Hurry up, I really need to wee. Who is he?”
“He’s a French journalist, he lives in Paris.”
“Ah, I love Paris,” she said, heading for the bathroom. “You need to go to Paris.”
“When?” she shouted.
“When I get back from New York.”