Friends like these...
My phone rings.
“Hello?”
“Rachie, you slapper, have I seen you lately?”
“No, but we’re meeting up tomorrow night. What do you want to do?”
“Oh. Well, we’re going to that Thai place, and then we’re going to the cinema. Fancy it?”
I’m taken aback at this uncharacteristic organisation, and then I realise he’s invited someone else. No matter. I like all his friends, and they’re all very good looking.
“Sounds good. Who else is coming?”
“Oh, good point. Yes. Hmmm. They just got engaged actually.”
“That’s lovely. Who did?”
My friend, who has completely forgotten that we had arranged to go out, has invited me along on a cosy tête-à-tête with my ex-boyfriend, and his fiancée. Because of some rather murky timing, just after they met, I tried to get him back (the two events being unrelated, and not churlishness or bitchiness on my part, I’d like to add). Understandably, she hates my guts. I can just hear that conversation:
“Hey, look, sorry about that time I tried to steal your boyfriend. Have some more green curry/popcorn/bile.”
Still, I try not to be too upset. These things happen. We arrange to go out the following Tuesday instead.
My phone rings.
“Hello?”
“Rachie, what are you doing on Wednesday?”
“Well, I have a date with my boyfriend. We’re meeting up tomorrow though, aren’t we?”
No, apparently not. He forgot again. Admittedly, going to see Coldplay is a fair alternative to my delightful company, but it would have been nice if he’d bloody remembered.
A similar thing happened last summer. We had been talking about going to the Big Chill festival for weeks. Thanks to the fact that I had to work, I went down on the train, and was going to meet him and his friends there. On the very morning of these events, we discussed this in some detail. He was supposed to call me to tell me where they’d pitched their tents.
I wandered, alone and worried, around the festival site for almost four hours, trying intermittently to get through to his mobile, which was switched off. Eventually, by wondrous coincidence, seeing as there were 27,000 people there, I stumbled over him and his friends, in the dark, in a field.
“Rachie! You’re here!” he shouted joyfully. I mistakenly thought he shared my profound relief at the fact that we had finally found each other. It warmed my heart to know that he’d been so worried about me. He gave me a big hug.
“I forgot you were coming!”
“Hello?”
“Rachie, you slapper, have I seen you lately?”
“No, but we’re meeting up tomorrow night. What do you want to do?”
“Oh. Well, we’re going to that Thai place, and then we’re going to the cinema. Fancy it?”
I’m taken aback at this uncharacteristic organisation, and then I realise he’s invited someone else. No matter. I like all his friends, and they’re all very good looking.
“Sounds good. Who else is coming?”
“Oh, good point. Yes. Hmmm. They just got engaged actually.”
“That’s lovely. Who did?”
My friend, who has completely forgotten that we had arranged to go out, has invited me along on a cosy tête-à-tête with my ex-boyfriend, and his fiancée. Because of some rather murky timing, just after they met, I tried to get him back (the two events being unrelated, and not churlishness or bitchiness on my part, I’d like to add). Understandably, she hates my guts. I can just hear that conversation:
“Hey, look, sorry about that time I tried to steal your boyfriend. Have some more green curry/popcorn/bile.”
Still, I try not to be too upset. These things happen. We arrange to go out the following Tuesday instead.
My phone rings.
“Hello?”
“Rachie, what are you doing on Wednesday?”
“Well, I have a date with my boyfriend. We’re meeting up tomorrow though, aren’t we?”
No, apparently not. He forgot again. Admittedly, going to see Coldplay is a fair alternative to my delightful company, but it would have been nice if he’d bloody remembered.
A similar thing happened last summer. We had been talking about going to the Big Chill festival for weeks. Thanks to the fact that I had to work, I went down on the train, and was going to meet him and his friends there. On the very morning of these events, we discussed this in some detail. He was supposed to call me to tell me where they’d pitched their tents.
I wandered, alone and worried, around the festival site for almost four hours, trying intermittently to get through to his mobile, which was switched off. Eventually, by wondrous coincidence, seeing as there were 27,000 people there, I stumbled over him and his friends, in the dark, in a field.
“Rachie! You’re here!” he shouted joyfully. I mistakenly thought he shared my profound relief at the fact that we had finally found each other. It warmed my heart to know that he’d been so worried about me. He gave me a big hug.
“I forgot you were coming!”
posted by Rachie at 10:20 AM
