In my formative years, between 1977 to 1989 when aged 17 to 29, I had several friends, and, seemed to be out every night with one or all of them.
The thing that didn't occur to me, then, was despite the fact they were all female, I didn't have anything sexual to do with any of them, and, preferred platonic relationships at that time with all of them. Today, more than 30 years later, I cannot fathom why.
Each 'Diamond' in this adventure is based on several aspects of these girls, and others met around that time.
Every Sunday I would meet three girls at a café across the street from the church we attended, and we would spend time deciding what adventures we would go on.
If it were hot and sunny we could go to the seaside. If not, which, was more likely coming from Glasgow, we could visit places of local interest or just 'hang out' together.
Being with these girls brought me into contact with several of their 'other' female friends, and I found myself getting emotionally involved with them as well, but, I had 'fairly steady' girlfriends most of this time, so, never thought of any of these girls as anything other than platonic acquaintances.
Any 'girlfriends' I had throughout this period of my life had to accept that all my friends were female and although I knew each one intimately my lovers knew I openly adored my friends and would do anything they asked of me.
Perhaps my friends only wanted me as a friend - not as a lover - as I surely would have succumbed to any of them had they wanted anything sexual between us?
More than 30 years later I have often questioned why this should be?
2015 rolled in with a bang, and it did not have the grace to gift me with a social life that everyone in a one hundred year radius would be jealous of or that is even just the talk of the town. Instead I got myself into a complicated relationship which wasn't much talked about, a relationship that I didn't get into is talked about all the time and university is around the figurative corner. That is where you can factor in people I suppose I should call 'fans', the fascination that comes in with cutlery, pots, pans and other formerly boring things.
But let us not forget that my parents are finally getting married and Mum can't shop for lace without me wanting to kill her, add in a dose of sleepless nights, invigorating kisses - which have nothing to do with the sleepless nights and a lot to do with nightmares - Harriet not knowing the meaning of the words "you're done" and Ice Ice Baby is still a thing.
We're all growing up (except Dad who will still make inappropriate jokes at every inappropriate moment, some to do with what cannot be done when you're wearing a plaster cast) and holidays are being planned though some are less holiday and more a mad dash to find somewhere to live out in the big wide world without our parents.
Life might be moving on, but I still go to McDonald's late at night with my friends. Some things at least don't change.
Sequel to: Falling Fast
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