I am 40 & Single.
The phone rang, it was my best friend. It was great to hear from him – we’d fallen out about….
me crashing his car.
Stupidity & I have often trotted hand in hand through many situations, laughing in the faces of those who would dare to ask what I was doing. I look back and cringe at some of the situations i’ve found myself in. I picked up the phone.
‘Hey Mate – how are you?”
It turned out that ‘Mate’ was having a whale of a time in the sun, quaffing champagne with a gorgeous girl he had met. I listened with envy as he described her & the scene before him – typical boy talk this. I was jealous. It sounded wild. I took the opportunity, with him in a good mood, to apologise again about the damage to his car.
Six months previously me and ‘Mate’ had been in a night club together. Somehow I had got talking to a very nice looking lady. One thing led to another and the very nice looking lady said she’d like to home with me. Bingo. But….
there was a clause to this very pleasant offer.
I had to make sure, promise in fact, that she got home safely ‘afterwards’. I remember her saying something about where she lived but by that point things had become a blur of lipstick and nice looking ladies breast – she might just as well have been speaking Japanese.
Nice looking lady and I had a very pleasant night together. At 7am she said that she needed to get home. My head was banging. I remembered my promise and, being a gentleman, I never let a lady down. It was then I realised that her journey home was going to be nothing short of a nightmare at 7am on a sunday morning. Stupidity grabbed me and I said I would drive her.
I searched everywhere for my car keys but couldn’t find them. No problem. ‘Mate’ was asleep in the next room. I could borrow his car. Bingo. I placed nice looking lady in the passenger seat and closed her door for her, like a gent. Got in the drivers seat and promptly reversed ‘Mates’ car straight….
into the bay window of his living room.
Yep. Bingo. Fortunately the bay window didn’t break. The car on the other hand was a little worse for ware. Mate will understand I thought; his was nothing short of an emergency getting this nice looking lady home.
Three hours later I fell back into the love pit that I had shared with nice looking lady, this time alone. It had been a truly epic car journey that had taken me across most of southern England & into a bay window. I fell asleep for what seemed like a nano second before Mate woke me saying that his car had been smashed up on his driveway…..
I sat there looking at him…..
momentarily stunned that he did not know that it was me who had reversed his car into his bay window & then driven all over southern England without putting any petrol in it. This would be easy to get out of if I wanted too.
Would I, should I, could I?
NO! Friends don’t do that friends. I ‘fessed up and told him the story with all the grubby details. He was naturally upset. Naturally angry. We parted company that morning and it was a while before we spoke again.
But here I was, six months later, damage repaired and paid for – mate having a whale of a time. Bingo.
Mate and I went out for another night out, to bury the hatchet’s and bond like proper men do. During the evening mate grabbed me and said…
‘Remember that bird I was quaffing champagne with when I phoned you?”
I nodded as he pointed out this very nice looking lady. Bingo. It was the same very nice looking young lady that had been in his car when I reversed into his bay window. Oh. My God. What are the chances of that?