Short but Sweet
January 29, 2013 § 56 Comments
From yesterday’s Times:-
Well, it lasted all of a matter of weeks and is now over with the Slightly Younger Twinkle, who turned into Something of a Firework, but who, like a firework, didn’t hang about for long. The ending came about for reasons beyond his control, so I probably shouldn’t take it entirely personally, though it still felt like a rejection.
Short but sweet. Of course, it was a slightly dotty venture on my part because it was always bound to come to a swift-ish end. I had hoped perhaps not quite as swift, but I went in with my eyes wide open so the fallout has not been as bad as it might. I feel sad but not a wreck. I don’t think I have even cried.
In my new spirit of trying to think 2013 is going to be better than were 2012, 2011, 2010, 2009, 2008 – I could go on – I am concentrating on what was to be gained by the whole affair as opposed to what was lost by its untimely ending. On balance, I have decided it was a force for good more than something that was irredeemably bleak. A gorgeous, pouting, kind, intelligent person is never to be sniffed at, and certainly not one who was manifestly interested in me (a rare commodity indeed). We got to know and like each other before the affair started (or is an affair only with a married person? In which case – neither of us married – let’s call it a fling, though I prefer affair as it sounds more fun and illicit). And we had good times; and are managing to do so still, by some miracle, although on a more chaste basis.
It’s in the bank, as several friends have said, and they are right. No one can take the memory away from me, especially of that cinematic split second when, after some weeks of mystery, speculation and anticipation, SYT and I drunkenly, gloriously, crossed the line from friends to lovers. From all my promiscuous younger days, I don’t remember that turn being quite so astonishingly unexpected and exciting. I will picture it in my mind when I am properly old, tartan rug over my arthritic knees, and think, I had my movie moments.
Today, wistfulness that it’s over is the prevailing feeling. I wish Fate hadn’t intervened quite so soon and it could have gone on a tad longer. My friend Dave doesn’t think it’s over. He reckons it’s sure fire that SYT will have made another pass at me within three months. I say Dave’s got to be kidding.
We have shaken on it. Come April, I expect to be £10 richer.