Diary of Lisa Taylor, reluctantly 42 (and a half)

Or.. 'f.ck me I'm forty.. two.. and a half', though can look 38 on a - not so deluded - good day. Or 'How to reconcile a well experienced mind trapped in a still - but for how long? – youthful body.' Don't have the 30somethings angst/problems, neither have the resigned (?) ageing baby-boomers in safe family territory outlook yet. Here's how I cope, one day all sexy women will get old... but never invisible. © Lisa Taylor 2005/6/7/8/9. Jeez.. so much for the 42 and-a-half delusion

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

15 August - gigi

Gigi rang late last night and slightly in shock as had received a call from an ex dating back 7 years. ‘Do you remember Carl? He was so handsome but was married. He rang to apologise for being a shit.’
‘Oh wait’, I interrupted, he’s on one of those 12 steps programmes where you have indeed to get in touch w. everyone you behaved badly towards and make amends!’
‘How do you know?’
‘I got one of those calls twice already. Whatever you do, don’t get sucked into going to their meetings and then you end up making it all nice and easy for them, who do they think you are? Father Tony from the catholic church down the road offering absolution?’
‘What should I do?’
No talk on phone for a start, ask him to book most expensive restaurant in London and he can cry over his dinner then whilst you eat yours. Then just say apologies accepted and move on’.
When did I become this cynical? But Gigi said she was worried to meet him as she may fall in love with him all over again. I despair.

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