On Thursday lunchtime I leave the office and I’m wearing factor 50 sunblock on my arms and face which is making me very sticky because it’s thick as paste plus it doesn’t smell so good, and I think that’s because (the bottle tells me) it has insect repellent in it, which I suppose they included in the mix because they thought, if you’re scared of getting a little tan you must have every other phobia in the book as well and are generally quite fucked up.
So I’m walking around with 1cm thick white paste on my arms and smelling of insect repellent (does anyone want to go out with me – please send an email) and my aim for today is to go out and buy t-shirts; in fact I want to spend £100 on t-shirts. So I go in: Replay, Zara, G-Star, H&M, Gap, Urban Outfitters, Diesel…
…where I try on innumerable t-shirts and I don’t like any of them, and I’m beginning to think that I’m actually getting old because t-shirts just seem wrong these days, and I almost cannot bear to wear anything without a collar.
Then I buy a yellow t-shirt from G-Star in order to prove to myself that I’m still young and then I buy a rugby polo shirt from the Gap because I like it.
After work I go to the gym because I need to work on a) my legs and b) my eternal friendship with the guy from yesterday’s post.
He is there and I don’t think he looks as much as he did yesterday, he still says “hi” as we walk past, but he doesn’t come over and talk to me or anything. I pretend to not be disappointed by this and try to remind myself that the signs are still good and if we’re going to build a genuine friendship that lasts our whole lifetime (which we will), we must not rush into things and let it burn out quickly.
He and I will be best friends, maybe not this week, maybe not next, maybe never, but we will be.
Later at home I go to bed and I don’t think of him because he will only keep me awake and I think I sleep.
On Friday it’s still very warm but it’s cloudy, so I wear my sunglasses and go out for lunch. And during lunch I buy two more bottles of factor 50 sunblock (I now have four which makes me feel almost confident), three cans of Red Bull, syrup for chesty coughs, some wild rocket and a chicken wrap. Then I stand outside Covent Garden station looking at my watch pretending I’m waiting for somebody for 12 minutes, and then I go back to the office.