He broke my heart when I was 16. Fourteen years on, I bumped into him again online. Back in the teenage days there was mischief galore: excess of everything, trouble with the police, clubbing missions, going awol for days, giving our parents the run around. Extreme naughtiness.
When I received his message and checked out his profile, he looked just as I remembered. We arranged a get together immediately.
The date was one of my best – we had a top-notch catch up, laughed uncontrollably, and reminisced for hours whilst knocking back the cocktails. We did a multitude of bar hopping and what can only be described as running round town like teenagers.
The teenage theme was continued at closing time. My flat was being renovated so I was staying at my parents’ and he had a three week gap between rented properties so was staying with his folks. We didn’t want the night to finish, so with drink-clouded minds we decided the only course of action was to go back to…his parents’ place, to continue the fun.
As the taxi got nearer, it was like a trip down memory lane – places and land marks. We tip-toed in and went upstairs to the spare room and the incredibly small single bed (a fact not disclosed in the after-party location discussions). We both passed out immediately, and the next thing I knew, his mum was speaking through the door, offering him a cup of tea. The last time I saw his mum, I was under fierce interrogation for the alleged smoking of ‘funny fags’ (her terminology, not mine). We looked at each other, muffled our laughter, and planned our exit strategy in whispers.
I’m sure his parents really wouldn’t have minded that I’d stayed over (we were now both 30 after all), but we decided that sneaking out without being ‘busted’ would be a much more fitting end to our get-together. We made a silent dash when his mum was on the phone and giggled all the way to the train station.
It had been pure regression. I felt 16 again, and it was clear that we were still besotted by each other, but this time as friends. I love the unpredictability of my online adventures.
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