That’s Lucy‘s analysis of his behaviour, delivered after three cocktails. I sit there, grinning, probably because I’ve also had three cocktails.
Adrien, presented with the same facts, brands Viable Prospect ‘indecisive’ and ‘twatty’.
‘You have two choices,’ he says. ‘You can reply, saying, ‘Sup m8 let’s go for drink/shag’.’
‘Or delete his number, unfriend him and move on.’
Instead I take to haunting his profile. I attend three events in as many months just because Facebook says he’s ‘Attending’. For the third of these I shell out actual money. It’s a lecture on Henry James. I didn’t attend lectures at uni when they were free. For this one I both buy a ticket and do preparatory reading.
The Portrait of a Lady – aside from being brilliant – is the story of a young American woman who comes to Europe and falls for the wrong man. I don’t need to point out the irony.
‘I might just suggest meeting up,’ I say to Beatrice, after another no-show.
She agrees it would be better than what I’m doing.
‘But,’ she goes on, ‘what do you want from seeing him?’
That’s the million dollar question and I don’t have an answer, not a real one.
‘Closure I guess, whatever that is.’
Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien