March 22nd, 1991
Flight from BKK – SYD – MEL
Hilton Hotel, Melbourne, Australia
After feeling like a zombie on the flight, surrounded by vile passengers, I came to the conclusion that I probably shouldn’t have stayed up half the night with Andy C, discussing “love stuff,” over several helpings of chocolate mousse. And club sandwiches. And wine.
“From the sound of it, you still seem pretty cut up about David.”
Feeling the lump forming in my throat, I uttered, “Hmmmm.”
“It’s ok to cry, you know.” His voice and expression combining to bring on the tears.
“Ugh,” I sniffed. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m just sad there was no-”
I nodded. “It all happened so fast. One minute I was getting ready to meet his family, the next, he was gone. I just hope he’s ok and that he..you know…he-”
“Uh-huh,” I said, wiping my eyes. “Was it difficult for you?”
“What, coming out?”
I nodded, unsure whether he’d be willing to discuss such a personal experience and for a moment I thought I’d crossed the line but then he started pacing around the room, talking rapidly.
“It’s something I always knew. Always. For as long as I can remember but it wasn’t ‘til I was nineteen that I felt I had the confidence to, you know, tell my mum and dad.”
“And how did they react?”
“Me mam cried but said she had always known and that she loved me no matter what, which, as you can imagine was a huge relief.”
“And your dad?”
A little laugh escaped him. “Me dad slapped me hard on the back and asked if we’d still be able to go down the pub and have a pint!”
I couldn’t help but smile. “So, it was fine?”
“I don’t think it could’ve gone any better but I wish I hadn’t had all them sleepless nights worrying about it for years beforehand.”
I got up and gave him a hug.
“What’s that for?”
“Just saying thanks.”
He smiled widely. “So, no need for anymore chocolate mousse?”
“No, but we should at least finish the wine.”