Back in 1997 I was experimenting a little with relationships and sex. Seeing more than one person at a time and obsessing about everything. Ah yes, youth. 😉 I was dating some great guys so a date disaster was bound to happen eventually…
Diaries and Music
I have been gradually bringing over some diaries from a blogger site of mine – you can read the ones I have transferred so far here. And now the journal continues with a date disaster.
August 1997 – straight from my handwritten diary
All I seem to do is write about Al, but need to catch up regarding other things that have been going on in my life. Jane and I kept our date with the guys we met when we had a weekend break recently.
To recap they picked us up in a bar when we went down to the coast a few weeks ago. They lived locally so took us to a night club. Jane had a bit of a grope and snog with her chap. I was not interested at all. Spent most of my time moping about Al.
A few days after we returned she got a call from them asking if they could come and visit and take us out to dinner. The only positive I could think of was that it would be free food as I certainly wasn’t going to pay to be bored by these guys. To be honest I didn’t even want to go but as Jane quite liked her one I felt it would be mean to drop out.
Dressed in suits
They came to Jane’s and we all got a taxi to the restaurant so we could drink. As promised they were in suits. Jane looked smart in a dress but I wasn’t up for trying to impress. Jeans and blouse for me. Jane said I looked hot anyhow.
Well I don’t think I have ever been out with such a pair of numskulls in my life before this date. Very early in to the evening I felt despair at having to spend more time with them. I tried to keep cheery but it became clear that Jane was feeling the same way as me. We found out they were policeman, and they were typical know it all types, who clearly knew nothing except what had been brainwashed into their thick heads.
Jane got up to visit the toilets and I joined her. We were in total agreement that we needed to get rid of them, but how as their car was at Jane’s and we had all had too much to drink to send them home once back. We decided we would have to play it by ear.
Date Disaster, where we give them the brush off
Back at Jane’s they invited themselves in and it was clear they intended to stay the night. They put on some music and sat down with us. Opening some beer they started to make passes. I was immediately out of my seat. Soon Jane did the same and they started grumbling that they had travelled a long way to see us and expected a little more hospitality. We pretended we needed to be up early in the morning and went to bed in her room – the only bedroom in the flat.
They then behaved like school boys. Turning the music up loud and generally making as much noise as they could by singing along. Of course we couldn’t sleep. We told them to shut up but they continued until they left at about five in the morning.
We slept until midday and then went down her local for brunch and a giggle about the previous evening events. I set of home and then just felt quite depressed really. It had just highlighted even more to me about how much I wanted to see Al. Someone who is alternative, intelligent and just darn sexy. Fuck life’s a bitch
Looking back that all seems rather funny now. I had my head full of Al and didn’t want to chat to any conventional dude. Al was alternative and cool in a geeky kind of way.
I mention in the journal that they turned the music up really loud and sang along. One of the songs that they kept playing over and over was – No Doubt and their classic Don’t Speak. Which I did smile about as that is exactly what we were doing – not speaking.
And what a fabulous song this is. Still sounding current today – well in my eyes it does. The hotter than hot Gwen Stefani fronting the band. The track used to remind me of Vic as we were best friends, then lovers and when we split it took a little time to return to being good friends and I missed that part of our relationship.
You and me, we used to be together
Every day together, always
I really feel that I’m losin’ my best friend
I can’t believe this could be the end
Our memories, well, they can be inviting
But some are altogether mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands, I sit and cry
Check out the video of this great 1990’s song here.
Header image of Gwen from Pixabay.com