On Wednesday Scott returns to me the silver ring with his initials on it, a silver ring which I asked him to take back to the jewellers and have resized, so that it fits around my wedding ring finger on my left hand. Before that it was too big and I had to wear it on a chain around my neck.
And I want to wear this ring permanently and I want people to think that I’m straight and married. I’m on the tube and I’m holding on to the bar and I’m just some guy. And this guy is married.
Not everything goes well this Wednesday though (why would it), because in the office the following things happen over email:
A Girl: I have a confession to make. Actually I just realised it now and I can’t hold it from you for even a second longer. Do you want to know now or should I wait for a better time. This was not the way I planned things, this was not how it was supposed to end
Me: Revelation NOW. I’ve not been this excited since…well, ever actually
A Girl: There is a chance, I don’t know how large or small the chance, but averaging the two I would say there is a moderate chance that I.might.not.be.here.on.your.last.day.
I’m finding it difficult to type anything after that. There is no excuse important or wild enough to cover this tragedy. The only thing I can say is that it is work related. I just found out yesterday that I am on a ___ job for ___ which involves international travel and I will be going somewhere. I don’t know where, I don’t know exactly when but it will be sometime [dates around my leaving date].
Me: I will pretend this did not just happen
A Girl: This is exactly what I am trying, but failing miserably, to do. To sum up, I’ll give you a breakdown of these recent events:
Wednesday 1127: I email you with this devastating news
Wednesday 1128: Any light that was ever inside us dies
At lunchtime I deal with this new tragedy in the only way that I know, so I go over to Virgin Megastore and buy another Smiths t-shirt – exactly the same as last time. This is something that cheers me up for three seconds.
After work I meet up with Scott and we go to the gym, where I only manage to do three sets on the lat pulldown and one set on the back row machine, before being chased out of there by an angry mob with torches and pitchforks.Later at home, I receive a video from Mean, and this is a video of him playing out on Muscle Beach in Santa Monica (LA apparently? I don’t know) using some rings. So here’s the video and here’s Mean.