July 25, 2011 § 18 Comments
There have been a number of men who have hoved into view but they have all acted so oddly, and oddly in such a variety of ways (cf. Slice of Disappointment and E-mailing Man, and there are more to come). The Snowman was no exception.
Three weeks after he stayed the night in the spare room he rang to say he’d like to see me. He didn’t mention when. A month later he rang again to ask if I’d fancy going to the theatre with him sometime and that I could stay the night in his house – though, he assured me, that was not a rogue-ish offer because he did have a spare room. I said, yes, lovely, how kind, the theatre or a movie would be nice. No date was fixed, just the notion of one. Another couple of weeks passed without a squeak. Then, one Friday evening, a call saying, sorry rather short notice but could I come to the theatre on Monday? He’d got four tickets. It was a play I had wanted to see. I accepted.
I met him at the theatre, plus his daughter and a friend of his. He was generous and friendly without being oleaginous, offered champagne at the bar. Afterwards we all went back to his house for a delicious and jolly supper. Late, he showed me up to the spare room and didn’t make a pass at me which I found disappointing but not devastating. If he had, he would have been in luck. Perhaps he didn’t want to be. Who can tell.
I had to get to work so slipped out very early the next morning before anyone was awake. I wrote him an appreciative thank you letter, and never heard from him again.
Not quite true: more out of curiosity than yearning, I broke the habit of a lifetime – I was brought up never ever to ring a man; it was drilled into me as fatal – and five weeks later thought fuck it nothing to lose and left a message on his mobile asking if he’d like to come to supper that weekend. He rang straight back, was perfectly charming but said he was busy.
I have never heard from him again. And nor do I want to in fact. (Nor, having touched my toe in the water of calling a man, will I ever do so again. Some girls do it all the time and get men panting after them, but I’m obviously not the type who can carry off this dangerous trick). I think his behaviour was so puzzling. Such a mixture of signals.
My feelings about him today are both harsh and indifferent.
I just wish these men wouldn’t fuck with the heads of planktons.