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"Life's like that, love," I
should have said, when she complained about the queues.
But I couldn't say that because I was a friend, and friends don't shit on you like that. A bit of a maternal instinct shot through me instead, and I'd say, "Internationalism ! See - we can relate to Eastern Europe !", or some other positive statement to avoid her bad mood. She was impatient and would invariably ignore my attempts. I'd get pissed off in the end, and say something nasty, like, "You'll have to learn to wait - until the revolution at least." She'd notice my mood and react. If she was in a bad mood she'd rebel, if in a good mood, she'd change the subject. "Let's go off for a wander." I'd ignore everything that had just happened and go on a wander with her, creating daft suggestions. She was vain, creative, demanding, young, energetic, and could probably not wait for filter coffee to drip through - it was never quick enough for her. Instant coffee woman. She never shared. She was too expensive to touch. She was an individual who lent you her company. Ultimately, she had enormous sex appeal, which is why I put up with her. But sometimes that pseudo maternal instinct slipped thorough and I wanted to protect her, or give her a kick up the arse, only she'd like that. It's daft really. |
© Scarlet Tu 17 April 1990
| Note: This is a true story about a girl I met at the Derbyshire Miners' Holiday Camp at Skegness. I say girl, because she was only about 17. I was 18. Also a girl. She flirted like mad but she wouldn't have sex with me, so I shagged her friend instead ! I can hardly criticise Ritu! for her personality, now can I ? But hey, they were crazy times.... |