May 7th, 1990
Had to get up early for my annual gynecological check-up, which needless to say is not something I look forward to, especially since the first thing they make you do is step on the scale. I’m the least I’ve weighed in a long time (eight stone nine) but I’d probably be a few pounds lighter had I not made a glutton of myself with those buttery croissants yesterday (not to mention the Chips Ahoy cookies I brought home from LA!)
It poured all afternoon so I stayed home and got cozy in the phone chair.
“I can’t wait for our request trip,” Laney said. “Do you know it’s only two weeks from tomorrow?”
“Yes! A fortnight in Antigua with just one shuttle to operate. Where’s it to, again?”
“Saint Lucia and I heard the flight is full of sickly couples in love, mostly going to tie the knot.”
“Aw, that’s really sweet.”
“Ugh,” she groaned. “You’re just as bad as they are.”
“It’s nice to see people happy together.”
“You had better be careful or you’ll turn into one of them.”
“What’s so bad about being in love?” I asked.
“You end up hurt.”
“Hmm, you have a point but, I don’t know, I think it’s good to be open to new experiences.”
“I expect there’ll be plenty of experiences to be had in Antigua.”
“Like whatever you want, we’re still single, you know.”
“I’m not interested in meeting guys, if that’s what you mean.”
“You say that now but…”
“I mean it. There’s only one person I’m interested in.”
“We should request a LA so I can meet this David character.”
“Uh,” I stuttered.
“What? You don’t want me to meet him?”
“Ehm, yeah of course but maybe not in his surroundings.”
“Why? Because you want him all to yourself?”
I didn’t like her tone of voice so I attempted to change the subject.
“Are you buying any new clothes for Antigua?”
“We’re still talking about LA,” she said sounding huffy. “And you need to explain why you don’t want to go there with me.”
Fourteen days on an island with Laney, now that should be interesting!