I always thought I’d be the first one to know when I was going out with someone. So it comes as something of a surprise when, Friday morning, I get a text from Rachel.
‘Anna!! Are you going out with someone??’
‘Am I?’ I send back. ‘This is exciting! Who is it?’
I’m expecting her to say she’s read the latest post and extrapolated that VP and I are now an item. I’m not expecting her to say that a mutual friend has been told by someone’s ex-girlfriend (my alleged boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend no less) that he and I are now an item. It’s a long, complicated story, but the bottom line is…
‘No, not seeing anyone, not seriously anyway.’
I haven’t replied to Redhead‘s last message. I have however spent the last forty-eight hours composing a piece of thesis-worthy literary criticism to send to VP. I might not end up with the guy, but he’s doing wonders for my little grey cells.