‘Look, I get why you’re disappointed, now you’re turned on and all,’ Zack says. ‘If you’re that upset I could … I dunno. Play with your boobs or something.’
Oh, God. As the horror of this deepens, so its anecdotal value sharply increases, like two different coloured lines on a chart diverging.
‘I’m not disappointed, I’m not turned on, and I really don’t want pity boob play. I only think it’s grim to want women to look pre-pubescent.’
‘Loads of girls my age have Hollywoods,’ Zack says. ‘It’s a thing. It’s different for you guys, I guess?’
Gotcha.
‘Which “guys” are those?’
Zack’s eyes flick from side to side as I can see he knows he messed up, saying that, and doesn’t want to irritate me further. The angry cavewoman stepmom on the premises. ‘People your age?’
‘What age is that?’
‘I don’t know! Thirty? I knew you weren’t my age ’cos your friend had a Credit Suisse Gold card. No need to go crazy bitch on me, OK?’
I laugh, and sigh. Bloody Susie and her affluence.
I came here tonight to proudly assert the fact I could do meaningless wild banging with a near-stranger.
In this dank flat, looking at someone who’s seen too much porn, a callow lad who looks damp to the touch, I fully face into the futility. I was trying to diminish the pain of not having who I wanted, by having disappointing intercourse with someone’s immature younger brother.
Oh, Eve. All this, staked on that moment in a few weeks’ time when Susie raucous-drunk, says: we can’t go back to that bar, can we, Evelyn? and I involuntarily lock eyes with Ed as he involuntarily locks eyes with me, and I see something like pain or conflict. As if those moments are going to add up to something.
Fact check: Ed’s getting married, and you could’ve gone home, cried into a cushion and allowed yourself to feel despair.
The things we do to avoid difficult things are often worse than the difficult thing.
‘I’m not going crazy, I’m just going. I hope Linda sits on you. It’s more contact with a woman than you deserve though,’ I say, with a smile.
I grab my bag, swoop up my coat and gallop back down the stairs. Well, Susie, I think, as I pick my way through the uninhabited chairs and tables, Tusk still trickling out from hidden speakers. You’re going to love this. I know she’s going to say I’ve got one that looks like I’m riding Gnasher from the Beano into battle.
‘Eva!’ Zack says, appearing in the rectangle of light in the opening of the stairway, as I turn the key and yank the bar door open. ‘Can you pay for your drink, please?’
I whip back round.
‘You can’t be serious?’
Zack looks genuinely bewildered that I’m objecting.
‘Yeah. It’s five pounds?’ He steps forward, picks up a menu on the bar and flaps it at me, by way of proof.
In shock, and because I’ve never skipped a bill in my life, I rummage in my purse for a note.
It’s such a dispiriting moment of defeat to end on that as I slap it down, I say, to make it clear I’m not the one who should be embarrassed here:
‘By the way, why didn’t you check I was alright with bald balls?’
‘What?’
‘You wanted to know the deal in advance. What if I recoiled?’
‘You coulda asked. I’ve never known a girl ask for nut fuzz though, hahaha.’
‘I bet you’ve never known a girl ask for anything in terms of personal grooming, maybe think on that.’
‘Shhhhh!’ Zack’s eyes fly wide open. He puts a finger to his lips and jabs an index finger at the ceiling above. ‘Linda,’ he mouths.
I strain to listen … I can hear a soft tapping noise.
I need a decisive exit.
‘Alexa, play “Looking for Linda” by Hue and Cry, VERY LOUD,’ I say, before slamming out.
5
Being in love with someone you can’t have is misery.
Please note: this is not the same as ‘being in love with someone who doesn’t love you back’ because 1) Ed does love me back, or he did, I will show receipts, and 2) while that would sting hard, I am guessing, when it’s unrequited, sooner or later an emotional survival mechanism kicks in and you stop howling at the moon.
Nature wants you to pull through, and procreate. It dials down the heartsick hormones. When feelings are flying in both directions, you’re sunk. Or, I am.
I’m not unique, but it’s not something people talk about, not ending up with the