Something old something.., p.7
Something Old, Something New, page 7
‘So?’ I say as I pour the coffee.
‘Whatever do you mean?’ she asks, fluttering her fake eyelashes.
‘Something’s up and I know you want to tell me.’
‘I do.’ She takes a sip of coffee. ‘Mmmm. That’s so good.’
‘Oh come on, Cassie, out with it!’
‘Tonight… I have a date!’ She claps her hands.
‘That’s great news. Who’s the lucky guy?’
‘He’s a friend of Vlad.’ She stares at me waiting for my reaction.
‘Okay.’ I sip my coffee. I’m not sure where she’s going with this and to be honest, I’m surprised it isn’t Vlad himself. I mean, I saw how he was looking at her.
‘It’s a blind date.’
‘What? So you don’t even know what he looks like?’
She shakes her head.
‘Then how are you going on a date? Isn’t it a bit risky?’
‘Well, see, I was speaking to Vlad after our training session the other day and he said that he had this friend who is quite shy. He’s a bodybuilder apparently and he has his own gym.’
‘Doesn’t he get to meet many women at his gym then?’ I ask, images of tight bodied gym bunnies clad in colourful Lycra filling my head. I don’t know why but they always have eighties hairstyles. It’s as if my ideas about gyms always have to throw back to the days of my childhood when movies were filled with aerobics and backcombed perms. ‘You’d think that he’d have his pick of women.’
Cassie shakes her head. ‘I just told you. Vlad said he’s shy.’
‘Is he Russian too?’
‘No. He’s Irish.’
‘Irish?’
She nods.
‘A Russian and an Irishman…’
She holds up her hand. ‘Just don’t do that, Annie. This is serious.’
‘It is.’
‘I’m actually quite nervous.’
‘I would be too if I was going on a date with a mysterious Irish bodybuilder who I’d never even met or spoken to.’
‘The thing is…’ She toys with her bottom lip and I get a sinking feeling in my gut. ‘Vlad kind of wanted to know if you’d like to come too.’
‘Me? What… why… he does?’ I am suddenly conscious that I am pulling a face so I try to relax my mouth and cheeks, to bring my eyebrows down to their normal position. Why would that hunk of muscle want me to go out on a date?
‘I think he likes you, Annie.’
I look down at my hands and my empty ring finger makes me start as it always does, as if I’ve misplaced my ring without realising.
‘Annie? Will you come?’
I feel like I’m fourteen and my friend is telling me that the gorgeous boy in the year above wants to take me to the school disco. I’m a woman fast approaching forty, I’m a mother to three children and I’m twice divorced, yet it’s as if all that suddenly drops away and I’m terrified. My stomach clenches and my mouth goes dry. What if he wants to kiss me or hold me or something else? I’m out of shape, my hair needs dyeing and I haven’t shaved my legs for weeks. I can’t go on a date! Besides, Vlad likes Cassie. I wonder if there’s been a mistake and if she’s misunderstood him. Did Vlad want to date Cassie but bring a friend along for moral support? This could end messily if I’m right.
‘I can’t, Cassie.’
‘Please?’ She steeples her fingers together and moves closer to me. ‘Don’t make me beg. I need you to help me with this one. I can’t go alone because if Connor really is that shy then we might not have a proper conversation. At least if you’re there then I can relax a bit. Pretty please? I need my wingman.’
‘Or wing woman,’ I say with a shrug. Perhaps if I go I can steer Cassie to see that Vlad is interested in her. If I don’t go, then she can hardly go out with the two of them and she might never find out that Vlad likes her. Henry and Anabelle are meant to be going to Dex’s later so I could allow myself a night out. Janis will have plans or she’ll be studying and I should support my friend.
Cassie slowly slides off the chair and onto her knees then she crawls towards me like a dramatic thirties movie star. It makes me grin. She’s such a good friend and I think the world of her. I owe it to her to help her out, don’t I? Suddenly, I hear a scratching of claws on wood and before Cassie can get to her feet, Dragon has skidded across the kitchen floor and mounted her from behind. She struggles to remove his front paws from around her waist but he’s so strong and when he decides to hump someone, it’s difficult to get him off. ‘Please, Annie?’ Cassie’s eyes are wide as she begs for my support. It could be that she wants my help removing Dragon but it could also be that she’s just as set on her course as my bulldog is on his.
‘Oh I don’t know, Cassie,’ I say as I take hold of Dragon from behind and try to extricate him from my neighbour. His movements are so powerful that the three of us are soon bouncing back and fore and I start to laugh at how ridiculous the situation is. We must look like we’re taking part in some weird human-dog conga.
‘Please?’ Cassie gasps as Dragon loses traction and his back feet slip on the kitchen floor. He grunts and scrabbles to regain the advantage. ‘For me?’
I manage to free my friend from my dog then I open the back door and send Dragon out into the sunshine with a tap on his bottom. When I look behind me, Cassie is prostrate on the floor, her face red and sweaty and her lipstick smudged. She grins at me as I take her hand and haul her up.
‘Okay then!’ I force out through my laughter.
‘You’ll do it?’ She gets to her feet and hugs me. ‘I am so grateful, darling! You won’t regret this, I promise.’
‘I hope not,’ I say as I tear off a piece of kitchen roll and clean away the lipstick from Cassie’s chin.
‘I’m off to choose an outfit but I’ll be back later to check that we don’t clash!’ She pecks my cheek then dashes off through the garden and I am left standing at the sink. I plunge my hands in the bowl of soapy warm water and start washing the breakfast things.
I cannot believe what I have just agreed to do.
I am going on a double date.
For the first time in years, I need to get ready to have dinner with a man I’m not married to. The thought is at once thrilling yet disconcerting. Vlad evidently likes Cassie but she’s unaware of it and has hopes for a romance with his gym buddy. I could help her to get to know both men and decide which one she should date properly. Of course, I could be wrong about Vlad. I mean, I hardly know the man and he might not be her Mr Right, but if we don’t go, she’ll never find out.
Evan’s face flashes through my mind as I rinse a glass and for some strange reason I feel a prickle of guilt, as if I’m betraying him by even thinking of going on a date. But it’s silly, we’re not together and haven’t been for ages. I mean, I’ve been married to another man since then.
As I dry my hands, I realise that I’m not actually sure that I could flirt with another man, let alone kiss one or do more. It’s like riding a bicycle, so I’ve heard, but I never was that good at cycling; I don’t have the best sense of balance.
Something brushes my naked foot and as I look down, I see a small black cricket hopping across the floor. I grab a glass and place it over the creature, careful not to catch its legs beneath the rim. As I watch it wriggling around in the confined space, it reminds me of my own situation. I do the same things week in, week out, chasing around in circles, not getting anywhere except for older. I have beautiful children, I have a lovely home, I have relatively good relationships with my two ex-husbands and I have a few close friends. Yet life is passing me by and time waits for no woman.
Perhaps it is time to do something for myself, to have a little fun, to play matchmaker for my dearest friend who seems unable to find a decent man herself even when there’s one right under her nose.
****
So I’m ready. At least, I think I’m ready. I’m wearing black; black trousers and a black camisole top under a black chiffon blouse, which falls to mid-thigh. I feel sick and shaky as I step into my black heels and my legs tremble. This is ridiculous. I’m too old for this. I dress smartly for work but I don’t try to look attractive. I can’t recall the last time I actually consciously thought about trying to make myself look alluring. Smart and presentable, yes, but I’m not out to bag a man so I tidy myself up then focus on my children. This makes me feel strange, reminds me of dressing up to go on dates with Evan all those years ago. I used to make such an effort for him. Of course, that changed once I’d had Janis and had no time to spend on my appearance any more. Not that he was around much to notice anyway in the later days of our marriage.
I stand before the mirror and check out the end result. Not bad. Could be worse. My hair is clean and shiny and a rich chocolate truffle brown – I have the semi-permanent hair dye that was in the bathroom cabinet to thank for the colour. It could do with a cut but to disguise the fact that my layers are in dire need of a trim, I created some soft waves with my straighteners. It now looks gently tousled, though I have no doubt that the waves will drop and it will hang lankly by the end of the night. My brown eyes look darker because I have smudged them with black kohl eyeliner and applied some of the mascara that was lurking at the bottom of my make-up bag. I did hesitate before using it; after all, I’ve read that you can develop eye infections from cosmetics that have been open for a while, but I decided to risk it.
It’s been a while since I donned heels, so I hobble across the landing and tap at Janis’ door. We’ve had a peaceful afternoon as Dex picked Henry and Anabelle up at four. They were going to the cinema to see the new fairy tale movie, so I was glad to hand them over as they were both getting more and more wound up by the minute.
‘Come in!’
I enter and jump as she gasps. ‘Wow, Mum! I’m not sure I should let you out looking like that. You’re… so…’
Panic fills my chest. Oh no, I’ve overdone it. ‘Should I wash my face?’ I ask my seventeen-year-old daughter. ‘Is it too much?’
Shouldn’t this be the other way around?
‘No! Definitely not! I was about to say that you look amazing, Mum.’
‘Pah!’ I wave my hand and smile then lean over and give her a hug. ‘Thanks love. I know I don’t but at least I’m clean and well cared for.’
She giggles and hugs me back. ‘Mum, you don’t realise how attractive you are.’
I shake my head. ‘Will you be okay tonight? I’ve left money in the kitchen in case you want a pizza and there’s plenty of food in the fridge.’
‘I know, Mum and w… I’ll be fine, I promise.’
I smile at her, my chest filling with pride. She’s beautiful, intelligent and so grown-up. Before I know it, she’ll be moving out, getting married and having kids of her own. The thought brings an ache to my chest and I blink hard.
‘Hey Mum, now stop it or you’ll have to redo your make-up. Hang on!’ She jumps up from her bed where she’s been working on her laptop and goes to her dressing table. She returns with a pretty dragonfly shaped diamante slide. She slips it into the side of my hair, fluffs my fringe, then stands back and smiles. ‘There. Perfect.’
I check out my reflection and have to agree. It does add some sparkle.
‘Mum, I need the loo but I’m waiting for a call. Could you hang on for five minutes?’
I nod and Janis hurries off to the bathroom. The moment she’s gone, her laptop suddenly makes a noise and I approach it cautiously to see that her father is calling on Skype. I press the accept button and Evan pops up in front of me.
‘Annie?’ He peers at me. I frown in return.
‘Of course it’s me, Evan.’ I see myself in the bottom corner of the screen and cringe.
‘Hey Annie, how’re you doing?’ His white linen shirt sets off his golden skin. He has that endearing air of innocence mixed with a wicked twinkle in his eye. His smile lights up his face and something funny happens. My stomach gives a little flip, just like it used to all those years ago when I was an undergraduate. I attribute it to my nervous state. ‘You look amazing. Are you going out?’ A frown flickers across his clear brow but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared.
‘Yes, with Cassie. She persuaded me to have a night on the tiles.’ For some strange reason I don’t want to tell him that it’s a double date.
‘She’s got a date!’ Janis announces as she plops onto the bed next to me.
‘Janis!’ I shake my head.
‘What?’ She nudges me. ‘She has, Dad. That’s why she’s all dressed up.’
I shrug, irritated by my daughter’s comments. I’m almost hurt by her flippancy about the subject and I instantly long for the comfort of my pyjamas and a night in front of the TV. I feel embarrassed, as if I’m doing something wrong.
‘Well, have a great time, Annie.’
‘Thanks. You too.’
‘I’m not going anywhere this evening,’ he says, staring right at me, his blue-green eyes like full pools after a rainstorm. I spent hours gazing into those eyes. Even now, it’s as though he can see right down to the bottom of my heart. I shake myself. Silly musings about my ex are not conducive to a successful double date with another man.
‘I bet you are. Probably got a date or two lined up.’ I try to sound light-hearted, not wanting anyone to misread my feelings here.
‘Yeah, Dad!’ Janis snorts. ‘You international jetsetter. Probably got an air stewardess or hotel manager lined up in every city.’ My baby girl! Laughing about her father’s sex life as if he’s a school chum.
‘Janis! Don’t speak to your father like that.’
She eyes me sideways and I shake my head. It’s not on to be disrespectful, not even if it’s true. Joking is one thing but it can go too far.
‘Sorry, Dad,’ she says then smiles goofily at me.
‘I really don’t have women lined up in every city you know, girls.’ Evan’s expression is deadly serious.
‘Dad, we’ve seen the photographs in the tabloids. All those beautiful models and celebrities at those swanky events you attend. The one you were at last month for that blockbuster you helped with the CGI for looked incredible! I’d love to come with you some time.’
Janis’ comment about the beautiful women stings, even though she’s teasing him. I have seen those pictures, the ones of big events that appear on the tabloid websites and are attended by the rich and famous. Even though we started off together as children of working class parents, who went to university then had a child together, our lives are so very different now. Seeing him with those women is strange, I can’t deny it. My throat tightens as I realise that it’s probably because he’s moved on while I’ve stayed basically the same, trapped in some kind of emotional stasis. I tried to escape it with Dex but I failed. I do need to move on myself.
‘Those women are just there. I don’t actually date them… I mean… not all of them. They’re friends or acquaintances and it’s all arranged by the hosts and none of it’s real.’
Janis snorts again and I stare at my uncomfortable shoes. He didn’t deny that he dates some of them. Evan and I exist in different worlds now and though there was love between us once, so much has changed since then.
‘Right. I’m off. I’ll… uh… speak to you soon Evan, and Janis, don’t forget to let the dogs out. I won’t be late.’
‘Annie!’ Evan calls and I sit straight back down, the way his voice caught on my name making my heart pound.
‘Yes?’
‘Janis. I need a quick word with Mum.’
She stares at the screen, then at me, then throws her hands up in the air as if she’s baffled by the pair of us. When she’s closed the door behind her, he clears his throat. ‘Annie. Are you… uh… really going on a date?’
I nod but nausea swims in my belly.
‘With Cassie?’
‘It’s kind of a double date.’ I fiddle with a dry cuticle, trying not to meet his eyes.
‘You look too good to go out.’ He gives a strange laugh.
‘What?’ Is he kidding around?
‘You… just… Uh… What about the kids?’
‘They’re with Dex tonight.’
‘Do you even know these men? They could be dangerous or… sleazy creeps!’ He raises his eyebrows.
‘Cassie knows them. She knows the one anyway, he’s her personal trainer.’
Evan snorts. ‘So they’re jocks?’
‘Evan!’
‘You’re seriously going on a blind date with two jocks?’
I shake my head. ‘Evan this is ridiculous. What’s it got to do with you anyway?’
‘I’m worried. You’re the mother of my child.’
‘I’m entitled to have a life too, Evan,’ I say, although I’m not convinced of this myself most of the time.
‘You are, Annie. But you have to be careful.’
Indignation rises inside me. ‘Evan, I am not some foolish teenager. I am a grown woman. I am…’ my throat aches, ‘… nearly forty! I can take care of myself.’
‘Annie, please, don’t be mad at me. I just worry for you.’
‘Well don’t.’ I sigh. ‘I’ll be fine. I’ll stick with Cassie and come home before midnight.’ Why am I reassuring him?
‘I’m sorry.’
‘I’ve been married since we split up, Evan. You didn’t express concerns then.’
‘I thought Dex would be good to you. Safe for you. That he would make you happy where I failed.’
I swallow hard. ‘And now he’s getting married again.’
‘I’ve got my flight and hotel booked for the wedding.’
I knew he’d accepted the invitation so I’m surprised at how his words impact upon me. I can’t discuss this now, not before I go out with another man. ‘Look, I have to go.’
‘Just… take care. Have a good time but be safe. No jock is going to be good enough for you.’ He laughs but it seems forced.
‘I’ll take care. I always do.’ I walk to the door and open it and Janis walks in.
‘Have a great time!’ Janis calls after me.
I hobble down the stairs and shake my head, trying to reassure myself that this is okay. I’m not doing anything wrong. Henry and Anabelle are safe with their dad and Janis can look after herself for a few hours. I’m not going to be irresponsible or put myself in any danger. Who cares if Vlad and his friend are jocks, as Evan called them? So what? I’ve been with two more academic men and look where that got me. The first one travels the world and the second one is marrying another man.
