First, thanks for your emails encouraging my recent romance. Alas, I won’t be providing the intimate details you requested (you lecherous bunch of pervs!). I apologise if this is frustrating but I’m exercising a degree of censorship because:
- My mother reads this blog.
- So do some of my colleagues.
- I would like to cling to a smidgen of dignity.
Anyway let’s get down to business and see if it’s possible for you to be entertained without X-Rated content (seriously, shame on you!).
Courtship is on my mind and not just because of Cafe-Man. Many of my friends have recently embarked on new relationships, Valentine’s Day approaches, and in my family home I’m surrounded by paraphernalia from relationships past.
In December Mum touchingly toasted my arrival in Australia with champagne in glasses that, in a previous life, were an engagement gift to me. My stomach lurched when I saw them and I hoped she’d forgotten where they’d come from. She hadn’t.
Mum: These glasses were an engagement present to you from Tom’s sister, remember?
(Yes, yes I do).
Mum: It was such a shame about the two of you. Do you think you’ll ever get in contact with him again?
I closed down this conversation quickly. Tom’s divorced and working in Sydney; thankfully enough time has passed for me to smile at my ridiculous behaviour after being dumped, but I still don’t leap at the thought of seeing him.
My break-up meltdown was classically psycho; when young love turns sour the wounded party often loses their mind. However one instance of my bunny-boiling conduct continues to trouble me. A few weeks after I’d moved out I agreed to drive Tom to work. I sat on his waterbed (yes, waterbed – it was the nineties) and waited while he was in the ensuite showering. Tom always wore a silver ring, however on this occasion I saw it resting on his bedside table. In a moment of inexplicable insanity, I picked up the ring and heaved up the corner of the waterbed (it’s possible you’ve never lifted a waterbed mattress – believe me, they’re heavy). I calmly threw the ring onto the base and lowered the hefty mattress. What on earth was I thinking?! When Tom emerged ready for work, I carried on as though butter wouldn’t melt. Nothing was said about the ring until later that week when I ran into him in a shopping centre.
Me: Hey, you’re not wearing your ring? (Knowing he’d be puzzled and frustrated by the lost piece of jewellery wasn’t enough – I had to hear him say it!)
Him (with a look of confusion): Yeah, I can’t find it and I’ve looked everywhere.
To this day I can’t explain why this caused me such delight. Love, or lost love, had temporarily made me crazy.
I’ve known aggrieved exes to do far worse (both illegal and dangerous), but guilt has stayed with me about this little incident and I want to make amends. During our years together Tom wrote a book (a fantasy novel about a green elf and an angry dwarf – I didn’t say it was a literary masterpiece). This book is on my laptop and I’m determined to retrieve it (he never saved it to a “floppy disk” for his own possession). Unfortunately the software is museum-artefact ancient and I can’t even switch it on. I’ve taken it to an IT professional who’s old enough to remember DOS to sort it out. Will I actually send it to Tom? I don’t know. I don’t want to cause him unnecessary shock but I do want him to have his piece of creative work.
Luckily I’m at peace with almost all my other past loves and haven’t engaged in any vengeful or sociopathic behaviour for fifteen years. Okay, at the start of the millennium I may have indulged in a few phone calls where I hung-up without speaking, but it’s been a good few years since I committed so much as a drive-by (you know, just to check if he’s at home …).
And as for the International Day of Romance, well my Valentine’s Day date is with my dentist. At 2pm on 14 February I’ll be having a root canal, so any X-Rated action will be gory rather than lewd. I’m sorry to say that you’ll have to get your dirty titillation elsewhere.
How are you? Great to read your blog and hope the root canal went as well as it could. How is the romance going then? You can always email an update if this isn’t the right forum – no escaping….
Hello Carole! You know you’re the only person to ask about my root canal, so thank you. It was as okay as dental procedures ever are … but the cost was definitely incredibly painful 🙂
There’s not a lot to report on the romance front at the moment, but I’ll be sure to let everyone know if I’m returning with a diamond on my finger 😉
I ask again, when is the sealed section to be launched? I live for sordid details from all sources. I’m all cashed up to subscribe, well, credit-carded up at least!
I dread to think what your online pseudonym is Adam, I really do. I suspect it’s not “Mr-Lovely-Daisy” or “I-Skip-In-The-Sunshine”. And you may have cash ready in one hand, but it’s quite clear what you often have in the other!
Bah…such a spoilsport! 😉
I really need some sort of “Special Members” section where people have a password to obtain the uncensored material.
Oh and whilst I haven’t indulged in pure, unrestrained and blissful vengeance for years … mark my words that the next boy-man who loves and leaves me will find himself dead. Am I joking? I wish I could say I was … 🙂