July 16th, 1990
Ben is home visiting his mum and dad for a couple of days, so he asked if I’d pick him up at Gatwick, which meant backtracking because I landed at Heathrow but with the not too distant memory of lugging a heavy suitcase on the tube and train, I agreed to go get him.
It felt strange waiting for him, knowing we’d said goodbye only twelve hours before, six thousand miles away in what really does feel like a different world. One I really, really like!
I watched as Ben came out of the terminal and when he spotted my car, he gave a little uncharacteristic wave that, for some reason, made me chuckle. I got out and opened the boot, by which time he was by my side.
“Can I put mine on top of yours?” He asked, his tone, flirtatious.
“If you must,” I said, helping him ease his suitcase into the small space.
Knowing how much I dislike driving in heavy traffic, Ben didn’t speak until we were well on our way.
“How was your flight?”
“No, the passengers were lovely, the flight wasn’t even that busy.”
“Oh, the lover boy thing?”
“Stop calling him that! His name is David.”
“Ok, ok,” he said, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.
“Let’s talk about something else. Like, for example, your love life.”
“My love life is going swimmingly,” he grinned.
“Mandy of course.”
“That’s still on?”
“Yeah, why? Did you think otherwise?”
“I have to admit, I did, yeah. I thought that was over ages ago.”
“What can I say? The girl can’t get enough of me.”
“Lucky her,” I said, sarcastically.
“I wasn’t that bad, was I?” he asked, suddenly sounding serious.
“No, not at all,” I lied.
For the next minute or so, he fumbled with the dial on the radio, skipping from station to station.
Finding nothing suitable, he gave up and relaxed into the seat.
“Love’s a funny ole thing, isn’t it?”
“How so?” I asked.
“Well, you think it’s going one way then it takes a turn and you end up with somebody you didn’t expect.” He paused. “Do you feel like that?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t feel at all like that.”
“What would you say if I told you Mandy and I are moving in together?”
I’d say Big Mistake. For her!
“Yeah, we’ve been talking about it for a while, I think it’s time to bite the bullet.”
“Wow, well, eh, good for you.”
Bad for Mandy!
“Do you think you’ll end up moving to LA?”
I sighed. “I don’t know.”
“I’m sure the thought has crossed your mind.”
“I can’t say it hasn’t.”
“Why now?” I asked.
“Now you’re in love and all that.”
Yes. Now I’m in love. Again.