The hostess and I are alone in the kitchen. I take the opportunity to say:
Her face falls.
‘Shit, I had no idea.’
‘It’s fine. And anyway, he likes you.’
Don’t ask, not on her birthday.
‘How do you know?’
‘I’ve known him for ages. I can tell.’
Later that night he adds me on Facebook. I book the church. Joke. Definitely a joke, because Facebook informs me that Michael is a Roman Catholic. I wouldn’t know which church to book.
The next day I text my friend, thanking her for a wonderful party.
‘P.S. Is M a v. devout Catholic?’
‘Afraid he is, but I think he can get used to the idea of mingling with non catholics.’
I wonder how loose her definition of mingling is.
‘Why do you ask?’
Because I plan on getting laid before the year is out.