I know now that Angie thought the same as me: We both knew from the start that we would get along with each other fine. She arrived carrying lilac and some home made marmalade which was delicious. The lilac made me smile, both of our gardens are full of it. I had a good feeling about getting her together with Charlie. They had already met, but the best part was that both of them looked pleased to see each other.
I remember how lovely the spring evenings were last year, we had a barbeque that evening. Everything was perfect until Angie was stung by a wasp. I ought to know whether to use acid or alkaline on a wasp sting, but I can never remember. Angie said that ice would be fine – sensible girl! I told Dan to fetch ice and I went off to find something to get the sting out (it was a wasp sting I know, but I had my reasons) When we were out of earshot of the garden I told Dan not to hurry too much with the ice, he went into the kitchen muttering about the ways of scheming women.
When Dan and I finally went back out into the garden Charlie had his arm around Angie’s shoulder as she was feeling a little faint what with the wine and everything… He moved away when he saw us coming. Poor Angie had a very sore looking finger for the rest of the evening.
Charlie walked her home in the moonlight!
After they’d gone Dan teased me about matchmaking. I think that he was pretty pleased with the evening too, but he wouldn’t admit it.
About a year ago, Dan told me that he had a new colleague who had recently arrived from England. He told me that she was pretty and blonde and a little younger than us with a wonderful English accent. I was quite jealous of this incredible creature at first but then I started to wonder if she and Charlie might just get along together. Dan was very insistent that we didn’t start setting them up for a blind date. I love him when he’s assertive – I never take any notice! All I did was forget that we’d invited Charlie on the day I asked Dan to invite Angie. Fortunately for me, Dan had forgotten too! So there was everything nicely set up.
The next day Dan returned with flowers and apologies and If you’ve read Angie’s blog from the beginning you’ll know that we eventually got together, we intertwined our souls (!) and I soon moved next door into his house.
Although Dan moved into the street after me he grew up in this town, which is how I came to meet his friend Charlie. I thought that Charlie was a bit of a loner but pleasant enough, so I always made him welcome when he came round to see Dan. Dan used to get annoyed with me because I used to pester him about finding Charlie a nice girl to go out with. Dan told me about Charlie’s wicked ‘childhood sweetheart’ who dumped him and moved away after all the support he’d given her and all this around the time that his mother died. Talk about kicking a man when he’s down.. I could never remember that girl’s name so I called her the ‘Wicked Witch of the West’, even though I knew she’d moved East.
The following morning, it must have been a Sunday as I didn’t need to go to work, I got up and carried on as usual and made strong coffee ready for when Dan woke up. I’d decided that he was going to get a piece of my mind!
Eventually he surfaced – he looked dreadful, it served him right. I made him some toast and sat with him and had coffee too. He looked really sheepish and asked me “Did we?” I couldn’t resist teasing him so I looked really hurt and asked ‘Don’t you remember?” he started to look very worried so I layered it on thick , I told him that he’d said to me he felt our souls intertwine when we made love. I had to get up to pass him some butter so when I sat down again I pretended that it hurt. I admit that I was finding it pretty hard to keep from laughing but I was determined to make him feel bad.. He looked really lost, he obviously didn’t want me to think that he couldn’t remember our first time. While he was struggling to speak I started to laugh and he realised that I was joking. Then he told me he was so relieved, so it was my turn to look really hurt. He tried to back track and say that he didn’t mean it like that. He was so confused and with a hangover too! I went and fetched him something to take for his poor confused head.
When I got back into the kitchen he told me that I was a wicked vixen and that he would have his revenge. He said that he thought that “intertwined souls” was a good line – he’d remember to use it next time. I was surprised that I felt quite hurt when he said that…
One night a few weeks after I’d locked myself out, I woke up with a start and discovered that someone was in my bedroom! Can you imagine what a shock that was? I turned on the lamp and picked it up in order to defend myself. It was Dan. He was so drunk he could hardly stand up – he was trying to say something too me about “how much” but I couldn’t understand a word, his speech was so slurred. Then he collapsed on the bed and started to snore. I left him to it and went off in a huff to sleep in the guest room.