I’d thought he didn’t want to meet again but the following morning I received a reply from Max with several more ideas. We may meet up on Monday evening after all for a literary reading and then dinner later.
Last night Jan and I met at the Vimtry, a pub off Cannon Street – it was where I had first met him in public and his mate Gerard was there again. His girlfriend Magda came later on and we spent most of the evening discussing Jung. Jan is very much taken with the idea that the first three years of a child’s life defined them as an adult. Of course none of us has any genuine recollection of those early years. Later we also discussed the plots of Game of Thrones and how much we were anticipating the coming episodes.
The topic of conversation shifted again when Gerard remarked on the fact that Magda only had male friends.
And you don’t approve of any of them – she said.
We all turned to look at Gerard. Why is that? I asked.
He thinks that they’re creepy – Magda answered for him.
It’s because I think they only want to sleep with you.
I don’t want to sleep with them and I don’t think you’re right anyway. Men can be friends with women without wanting to sleep with them. Why does everyone think the opposite?
Because it happens to be true. The three of us were in agreement about this but we decided not to let the debate spoil the atmosphere. Later the young lovers went outside for a smoke and Jan leaned across the table to kiss me. He took me to his favourite Indian restaurant nearby and although he said he needed to go back home when the meal was over, he ended up taking the tube back with me.
I had disgraced myself that evening by drinking too much and falling asleep when Jan was supposed to get off at his stop. At Hampstead station I woke up and was so confused that I persuaded him to get off there before realising that it was the next stop I wanted. When we eventually got home I threw up magnificently into the downstairs loo. I decided to have a quick shower hoping that it might make me feel better but the next morning I was sick again. Jan was quite sympathetic but he had to leave to go to work. He kissed me on my lips and forehead and wished me better.
I went to the shops after walking the dog and got some tinned soup to have for lunch. The sun was heating up the day and people all around me were happy that it was going to be the hottest day of the year so far. I got a free cup of tea at the supermarket and after putting the shopping away went down to the allotment to do some bee keeping.
Goran and I messaged each other when I had finished. He was coming over tomorrow evening to make spaghetti carbonara for us. I told him that I was swearing off alcohol for a bit and he thought that my Asian genes did not contain the necessary ethanol tolerance which most Celts have in abundance. Which probably explains why Jan was none the worse for wear despite his having drunk a lot more than I had.
I still hadn’t replied to Tristan and wonder if he would assume I was no longer interested. I had told Andy by text that Amy had quit her naughty ways. When he asked why I’d told him that I’d had enough of meaningless sex. That was only a half truth, the real reason was that I was now in a position to be choosy about who I wanted to see, date and sleep with, and he was not among my chosen few.