February 2nd, 1990

February 2nd, 1990

At home

Due to last night’s lack of passengers, there was nothing to do on the flight so I stayed up all day and now I wish I’d gone to bed so I’d have the energy to follow through on a party invitation from Sebastian. As it stands, I’m home alone on a Friday night while mum and dad are out, no doubt enjoying dinner with Harry and Mercedes.

It’s been a hectic day at home which began with mum bombarding me with questions about

New York. The last time mum was in NYC was 1964 but she talks about it as though she just flew home last week.

“Did you see the Statue of Liberty?”

“Not this time, mum but I’m sure she’s still there.”

“Don’t be cheeky.”

Nice chat to Jon, during which I remembered yesterday was his birthday. He didn’t share anything with me about how he spent it, which for him is unusual. And for once, he didn’t ask what I was doing this weekend or offer to come and pick me up. Hmmm, I think he might be seeing someone.

Mega chat to Pamsy.

“What’d you do in the big apple?”

“I spent a lot of time at Christopher’s apartment and we chatted a lot about…”

“Is he gay?”

“No, he’s not.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Did you snog him?”

“No! We only kissed the first night we met, ever since then we’ve been just friends. You’d like him, he’s lovely.”

“What did you talk about?”

“All sorts but a lot about the men in my life.”

“I thought you were only there for a few days?”

“Very funny! Actually, I found his perspective very helpful.”

“In what way?”

“He helped me to prioritize.”

“With like a flow chart or something?”

“Don’t make fun,” I said. “It felt good to get it all out.”

“And?”

“I came to the conclusion that I probably shouldn’t see Ben anymore.”

“If I could crawl through the phone, I’d throttle you.”

“Fortunately, you can’t, so there.”

“Ugh, how long have I been telling you to stay away from Ben?”

“I know, I know but I promise not to see him for at least two weeks.”

“You do?”

“Yes and I’m sticking to it,” I stated.

“Good for you. Progress! Finally!”

“It’ll be easy.”

“You think so?” she asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“You sound sure.”

“I am,” I said, then hesitated for a second. “He’s on holiday in Tunisia, with Mandy.”

I held the receiver at arm’s length while Pamsy screamed

“Are you done?” I asked

“I should’ve known.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Calm down, there’s more.”

“Wait, I should sit down, this is all a bit too much,” she laughed. “Ok, go ahead.”

“I’ve decided not to go to Paris.”

“Why?”

I sighed. “Just because I had a lovely few days with Jean Jacques doesn’t mean I need to run to Paris.”

“You wouldn’t be running, you’d be flying.”

“Oh, aren’t you just full of it today.”

She laughed. “Did you already tell him?”

“No, not yet.”

“Then you should still go.”

“Do you really think I should?”

“Absobloodylutely.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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