‘I shouldn’t contact Nick, should I?’
‘Nick? Who’s Nick?’
I know how Rachel feels; it’s hard to keep track sometimes.
‘The guy I mentioned on the phone earlier?’
‘Oh – right. Probably not, no.’
She’s right of course. This is a man with the world at his feet. I might as well pursue Linford Christie for all the good it will do me.
The party’s winding down. I get my bag and coat, check my phone.
I stare a moment, laugh, and open it.
Sorry I missed your call. I had fun dancing…
It takes me a moment to find the call log on my new phone, but when I do, there he is. 10 hours ago: Nick. Shit.
I send back an apology, blame my new not-so-smart phone for having a mind of its own, and concur. I also enjoyed dancing; the route to getting there, not so much.