I’m on a date! And, dear reader with the onset of Corona Virus, and who knows it might be my last… But no! I won’t have this negativity! It’s bad enough that a disease which is taking out those with ‘existing medical conditions’ (me) and those with ‘suppressed immune systems’ (me) has the same name as what used to be a delightful summer beverage served ice cold with a slice of a lime wedge in the kneck of the bottle, is killing people! It’s also ruined my non-existent social life.
The country is gripped by fear, and panic buying has set in with the shelves of loo roll empty (why?) and pasta (are people that lazy?) empty and the radio filled with barely disguised ‘keep calm and carry on’ rhetoric. (Which in 6 hours will dissipate as the Government does a spectacular U-turn and bans mass gatherings – without clarifying if this more than 4 people or not…) If someone had written this up you wouldn’t have believed it never mind wanted to read it, but probably someone did and maybe right now as I type he/she is probably thrilled as their bank account fills up from their self-published kindle sales. (As it happens Amazon is overwhelmed by the number of self-published books coming out as people try to make a quick buck off the crisis – self-help manuals cobbled together from online articles alongside cookery books on how to make hand sanitizer – Amazon is trying to take the really rubbish ones down but it’s a full-time job and hand sanitizer is being listed for £160 for tiny 30ml as panic spreads.)
This is an odd time to be alive and although I feel blessed to be alive – thanks to my anonymous deceased donor – I am also more than aware of the fact the world we are living is daily becoming darker and more dangerous as the things that may kill us, become invisible and more stealthy.
I never wanted a child until a doctor told me that having children would be difficult, ‘if not impossible’ and now, years later I am realising that I am unapologetically realising that my desires are not unreasonable for a 35-year-old. However, what world would I be bringing a child into? What can we not predict or see? What may be yet out to get us?
And yet, I digress. The country is in the beginning days of a pandemic and yet I find myself in a Cornish pub, an authentically naturally themed 17th-century watering hole, which by the way is packed, waiting for a Tinder date. (We can only assume that the ‘packed’ nature of this establishment is encouraging people to make a last ditch attempt at socialisation before we are all told to self-isolate.)
Yes. I realise I should have given it up as a bad app, with most men on it wanting a quick fuck, but now that enough seem to genuinely want something with more depth I decided to give it a second chance. And while aimlessly scrolling I happened upon ‘Jonathon’ (not his real name) and thought – ‘wow’. He may, of course, be one of those people who photographs well and yet in real life is unattractive yet his bio was worthy of a second read-through and complimented his pictures.
“.. 5’11 (we will see!) And I work in films…. Not very glamorous… (modest – or brutally honest)… A lot of geek… (oh meow…) bad action movies (I wonder which ones) video games (oh dear…) the natural world (David Attentbrough fan I hope!) travel (Yay!) and photography to name but a few. Easy going and often found in London or Switzerland. A sucker for pretty eyes (hmmm… well mine do have magical powers…)”
The only issue is that he is ‘London based’ – but London is but five hours, one scenic rail journey away, and let’s be frank, what would there not to be like about a girl in Cornwall? A holiday and a fuck? Go on then… But I am too hopeful, and I must curtail my optimism before it flies away with me and up too close to the sun.
“But what about Fit Family Friend?”
Oh, dear friend, he is not forgotten. But he categorically told my mother he couldn’t and wouldn’t have another child, it was too stressful, and in that last message he sent, although he said he ‘adored you and your family’ the fact he hasn’t got it in him to step up and take me to bed… Well, what can she do? As my life coach (who works pro bono with me in the hope I will make good one day) says, if ‘he isn’t man enough’. And dear reader I can’t wait around forever in the hope that just maybe he will step up. My life as you know is one with no guarantees, no sureness of longevity and I need to make the most of every moment. I want him, so much, but he doesn’t value me above a few good lunches and dinners social engagements and meals, so, for now, I must focus on my health and my own pleasure.
This is backed up by the fact that for Christmas, I gave my sister a ‘Tarot Reading Course’ for Christmas and on Wednesday she did me a love reading… Well, well. It was quite remarkable in its accuracy! For I did come to the realisation the other day that I really did need to make myself self-sufficient before I can be seen as a feasible option as a life partner. I come with a brilliant credit rating, and since the whitening, teeth which I think aren’t half bad, so if you ignore astigmatism and vulnerability to an infection, I am a reasonable catch.
But – living off disability benefit, knowing that often days are written off due fatigue, and there are no certainties in whether I will work today, tomorrow or the subsequent days and hours afterwards, means that realistically I need to get my side hustle on in a big way.
I have plans. Many of them. Maybe too many. But I am not prepared for things to remain as they are. If for no other glaring obvious reason being that I am yet to find the miracle supplement which will replenish my energy levels and leave me the Duracell bunny of energy I desire to be.
But back to the date. Scary. Exciting. Bizarre. But why the fuck not?
When I look back, whenever I might be, I do not want to say, “I wish I had…’. No regrets. It’s the promise I made to my organ donor. To her memory and I won’t let her down. Ever.
7:13 pm Friday 13th of March 2020 – 13 is my lucky number… Do I believe in magic?
Ah. First impressions?
A little chubbier than his profile and if that’s 5’11 it may have been in heels…. Now – now – stop it! Give him a chance!
Two hours later I step back into the dark wet night gently warm from the laughter that has filled my lungs in the past duration of time.
He wasn’t the man I wanted to be opposite, but he was nice. He was kind and he was amusing. And, I must keep trying to move on…
Of course, what I also thought for much of it was, quite simply that, he wasn’t Fit Family Friend.. but there is not a lot I can do about that is there?
I don’t believe it. Really?
Fit Family Friend: Why have you gone so quiet? I miss your messages.
My immediate response is to carry on reading my most recent self-help book and ignore him for a week as he has me. But another part of me wants to be brutally honest and lay it out so he can understand clearly the situation.
What I want to send:
“In the past 8 plus months, you have flip-flopped backwards and forwards as to how you see and want to be with me.
At the end of the day, I told you regardless of what happened between us nothing would ever change the family friendship we share and even gave you the evidence-based on past histories of our families.
You told me that as much as you cared for both me and my family nothing could be risked as you wouldn’t respond well to any situations that might arise as they would affect you and make you cold and distant.
Finally, after our last honest message exchanges, you insinuated that when alone we might fool around – something I was more than fine with – and understanding of it would be just that – ‘fun’ no commitment – no drama – just two people being young and enjoying each other’s bodies. As nothing happened, I realised that you must have decided that that part of our friendship was done. (Parties and events not included).
For me – life is for living for the moment – because to be blunt – I don’t know how long I have with this new organ. And as one of those who is both ‘immune-suppressed’ and has an ‘underlying health condition’ both of which make her vulnerable to the recent pandemic – and bluntly now making it I would rather have experience then have regrets – but your life is different – you will live a long time and I shouldn’t need to push a boulder uphill when it comes to some fun and frolics. Either someone is in or they aren’t.
I haven’t therefore been sending any flirty or lingerie shots as I thought that might be considered being a ‘tease’ and that’s not me.
I’m not looking for a relationship with you – I know we want very different things – and what I value more than anything else is our friendship, so I felt stepping back while you were so busy was the best recourse.
I care about you greatly. And don’t want to confuse our friendship with mixed messages – you mean too much to me to do that. X”
This, of course, would be overkill.
For one thing, is that what he means? He misses the provocative shots I used to send him? That’s where my mind immediately goes, but what if I am wrong, and he just means the nice landscape Cornish seascapes I have been sending him. It’s unlikely, but it would seem totally over the top if that wasn’t what he meant. Instead of responding immediately in the knee jerk responses of old I went to sleep.
But I woke early and bit the bullet.
[6:27 AM, 3/14/2020] Daisy: Hey you, how is it all going? Can you clarify which messages you are referring to please? Cornish seascapes or other art shots? 😉
Hours pass and the ticks go blue, but nothing…
[1:37 PM, 3/14/2020] Daisy: And don’t overthink your answer – there will never be a wrong answer with me x
There are two options for his reply, and one will get the first text, the long honest response which he could do with hearing, and the other will get some nice pictures of Cornwall. She hopes he goes for the first, because at least then they can move on with their lives. One way, or another…
Of course – now – at 3:26pm – four blue ticks later, she realises that she will probably have to wait a week to find out his answer…