What Would I Like for Christmas? Let’s Take A Wild Guess…
December 13, 2011 § 20 Comments
I saw the hostess who had asked four single men to her dinner (cf. Four Men at Once). She says the gay one wasn’t gay in fact but nor was he anything else. She’d known him for years, a very good, old friend, and she was sure he was “nothing”. And the fourth one whom I didn’t meet, I didn’t meet because he never turned up. Well, who would have guessed?
On Sunday night I had a much-needed night in. Last night I went out to supper with about six other girlfriends and we had a very happy time. Tonight I am going out with two of my oldest best friends, proper coffin-bearers. We do this about once a year. It’s been a tradition since we were teenagers (tell you about it another time; it’s to do with when we lost our virginity) and there’s nothing we don’t discuss. We howl with laughter. We will do even when we are in our graves. Best night of the year.
Tomorrow night: supper with a couple. The wife met her husband by going up to him at a festival where he was giving a talk and introducing herself. It’s a great story. Totally out of character, she rang his hotel, left a message and just prayed he wasn’t married or gay. He rang back and the rest is history. I wish I could do the same. That nerve! There again, she was quite a lot younger than I am now, an artist and an athlete and very beautiful. I would never have forgiven her now husband and my old friend had he not taken that particular bull, as it were, by the horns.
On it goes, my merry social life – don’t worry, I am so counting my blessings that I even have such a thing! – and I love it, seeing my friends, but it gets me nowhere.
No man. There is not one. Not even a single twinkle. And that’s sodding depressing because at least having someone to think about, even if it’s a useless fucking cause, is something.
I’d give every Christmas present I’d ever had or was ever going to have for a lovely, kind, funny, literate, straight-forward, fragrant, vaguely solvent …
Oh, fuck it, let’s not even go there.