The Seven Steps to Closure (11 page)

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‘I’m not doing anymore stupid internet dates,’ I said to Elaine as we walked to pole dancing.

‘Yes you are.’

‘No I’m not. If I want to get abused, I’ll get Mum to bring back Cocky.’

‘What happened to Cocky?’ she asked.

‘Oh, Mum sorted it out with Esme – the old lady. Told her what he’d been saying. Esme was horrified and handed him over and Mum replaced him with a parrot. You should see this thing. It’s huge and it sits on her shoulder when she goes for her daily walk.’

‘So how did your Mum get Esme to hear her?’

‘She took a notepad and wrote on it,’ I admitted, a little embarrassed I hadn’t thought of it myself.

Truth be told I was a little miffed at Mum. I get a suicidal fighting fish – who was hanging in there by the way – and the old lady next door gets this cool parrot. When I had asked Mum why I couldn’t have the parrot, she had told me to stop acting like a spoilt child and I couldn’t have the parrot because I would just end up killing it. I didn’t think that was a very fair statement: so far only one out of my pets had actually died, and I didn’t kill her, she made a poor judgement call in the heat of the moment.

‘Anyway no more dates,’ I said emphatically.

Elaine stopped walking to face me.
Oops,
I might have pushed her too far.

‘Come on,’ I said, trying to distract her, ‘we’ll be late for pole dancing.’

‘Firstly – we are 20 minutes early for dancing, and secondly – you are going on another date in five days. It’s all arranged. He’s taking you out for dinner at Darling Harbour.’

‘Yes Mum,’ I mumbled under my breath. I amused myself by scuffing my feet the rest of the way to class, which I knew really pissed Elaine off.

It was our third lesson and tonight we were learning something more difficult.

‘All right ladies,’ said our teacher, ‘we are going to learn how to sit on the pole.’

That sounded ominous. How do you sit on a pole?

The answer to that – I learnt over the next 45 minutes – is very painfully. You pull yourself up the pole, wrap the top of your thighs around it and then let them take your weight. It’s a Chinese burn where no woman should ever have a Chinese burn, and was the most intimate I’d been with anything for the last 14 months. Our teacher promised us that with time it wouldn’t hurt – I was pretty dubious about that.

After class we showered and headed out to meet Dinah and a few friends at Bar Blue for drinks. Tristan was going to be there so I had taken extra time doing my hair. I didn’t feel like a lecture from a gay prima donna.

I hadn’t been to Bar Blue before and had heard a lot about the decor. There were huge, blue mood lamps everywhere, including the wall behind the bar. It was mesmerising. You didn’t mind having to wait to order your drink as you stared at the big blue globules breaking from the main body and floating up the wall.

‘I can’t believe you’re going tomorrow,’ I said to Dinah. She was practically glowing with excitement.

‘Me neither. Thanks for all your help this week.’

‘No probs, what are friends and employees for.’ I laughed. ‘Hey did you hear anything from Creepy Doug?’

‘He sent me a text which I didn’t open. I just couldn’t be bothered listening to his bullshit anymore.’

‘So you’re totally over him?’

‘Let’s just say when I think about kissing him I feel sick.’

‘Kiss him? Is that all you used to do?’

‘Urrhhh. Stop it. I’m trying to forget about everything else.’

Tristan sidled up to me and nudged me in the ribs. ‘Who is that?’ he asked in awe, looking at Ricardo.

‘Ohhh. That’s Nat’s new man,’ I replied.

‘Ricardo, the cleaner?’

‘The very one.’

‘Check him out. I’ve got to get myself a new cleaner.’ Tristan gave him an appreciative look up and down. ‘I think I might go say hello.’

‘Good luck, he’s definitely straight.’

‘There’s no such thing as a definitely straight man,’ he said.

‘You always were an optimist,’ said Elaine joining us.

We watched him saunter over to Ricardo and introduce himself.

‘He’s such a slut,’ said Elaine, watching Tristan run his hands through Ricardo’s hair. ‘Look he’s giving him a hair consultation.’

Tristan flicked us a wink as Nat – looking extremely amused – came over to our group.

‘You do know my brother is trying to seduce your date?’ said Elaine.

‘Yep.’ Nat took a sip of her drink.

‘How’s it going?’ I asked.

‘Great. Sorry don’t mean to sound smug or anything.’

‘Not smug, just happy. I’m pleased for you.’

‘Thanks luv,’ she replied, nudging me with her elbow.

It wasn’t a late night as Dinah had an early flight the next morning. David had offered to drive her to the airport, for which I was grateful as I was looking forward to a sleep in.

Fishy Fishy was still alive when I got home, so I decreed it had been a successful day and I went to sleep happy.

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The harsh ringing of my phone woke me early the next morning. ‘So much for my sleep in,’ I grumbled as I reached out one hand to answer it.

It was Elaine. ‘Oh good you’re awake,’ she said.

‘Of course I’m awake. The phone is right next to my bed. Who could sleep through that?’

There was silence on the other end.

‘Elaine?’ I queried.

‘Tara?’ For the first time since I’d met her she sounded uncertain.

‘Yes.’

‘I need a favour.’

Now I was intrigued. I sat up in bed and gave her at least 80 percent of my full attention. The rest was peering into the lounge to see if Fishy Fishy had made it through the night. I was judging the quality of my day now by whether or not my suicidal fighting fish was still alive. Great. Mind you I’d had no indication that he was actually suicidal. Depressed, yes, but hell, who didn’t have a little depression in their lives occasionally? But suicidal? Well that was another kettle of fish, quite literally, entirely.

I snapped back to the present. ‘Right, a favour,’ I said.

‘I need you to come dress shopping with me today.’

‘Elaine, if you want me to go shopping with you there is no need to call in any favours. What’s the special occasion? Another date?’

‘I’ll pick you up in 45 minutes and explain over breakfast. My shout.’

I peered blearily at my bedside clock, trying to work out if I was looking at an 8 or a 9. Ah, what the hell – it was a free breakfast. ‘Sure,’ I mumbled as I swung my legs out of bed. ‘See you in 45.’

I was ready and craving good coffee by the time Elaine arrived. We settled in at Café Mud and I ordered the breakfast works while Elaine asked for a bowl of muesli.

‘Muesli?’ I asked.

‘I’m not that hungry.’

Unfortunately at that precise moment Elaine’s stomach released a grumble of epic proportions. I realised I hadn’t seen Elaine eat much for a couple of weeks.

‘Dieting?’ I asked.

‘Sort of,’ she replied sheepishly.

‘Why on earth? You’re gorgeous.’

‘I just need to look my best.’

I sighed. So it was going to be like that – me having to pry information out of Elaine bit by bit until I finally got to the bottom of this mystery.

‘All right, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘You obviously have something you haven’t told anybody before, but you want to tell me now, and you have no idea how to begin. So why don’t you just start at the beginning.’

‘My 20 year school reunion is in 2 weeks,’ she finally admitted.

I looked at her waiting for the rest. When nothing else was forthcoming I said, ‘Well that, in itself, is obviously not the reason for your secretive behaviour.’

‘There’s a guy I went to school with that might be there, and I just want to look my best, all right? No secrets.’

Stunned, I stared at her. ‘A guy, your own age, you haven’t seen for twenty years, and you just want to look your best?’ I asked.

‘Not quite 20 years, I ran into him about eighteen years ago at a restaurant.’

‘And you haven’t seen him since?’

‘No.’

‘A guy your own age?’

‘Yes,’ she said a little tersely.

‘All right so who is this masked man?’ I asked when I had gotten over my shock.

‘Robert Walters.’

‘What does he do? Where does he live? Is he married?’

‘I don’t know.’ She sounded agitated. ‘Well, I heard a rumour that he was still single, but apart from that I’m not entirely sure. He did engineering after school.’ She paused, staring into the past, a look of pain on her face. ‘All right, if you want all the sordid and gory details, he broke my heart. I fell for him really hard and he cast me aside. I let him think that I didn’t give a shit,’ she said proudly, ‘but I cried myself to sleep every night for a year.’

‘And then what happened?’ I was fascinated by this side of Elaine. A fragile Elaine. An Elaine I had never met.

‘And then school finished and we all went our separate ways.’

‘And you still hold a flame for this guy?’

‘Well not exactly a flame.’

‘You’ve hardly eaten for 2 weeks, we’re going to buy a special dress so you look nice when you see him, and you’re blushing. I’d say that’s a flame of some sort.’

‘Well let’s just say I’ve always wondered what would happen if we met again as adults,’ she said wistfully.

Our coffees arrived and I thought about what she had said, as I stirred in my sugar and took a sip. ‘You didn’t see him at the last school reunion?’ I finally asked.

‘He wasn’t there.’ She took a sip from her own cup and sighed.

‘And you’ve waited another, what 5, 10 years to see him?’

‘Ten years.’

I stopped asking questions while I devoured my breakfast. Elaine eyed off my eggs and bacon wistfully while she nibbled on her muesli. When I had finished, I fed my bacon scraps to Benny – who was waiting patiently in Elaine’s bag – and then restarted the interrogation.

‘Why didn’t you ever contact him? I asked.

‘If I had of I would have appeared desperate and needy. You know how much I like to appear desperate and needy.’

‘You don’t have a desperate or needy bone in your body. That’s one of the saddest stories I’ve ever heard.’

‘Let’s hope it’s going to become one of the most romantic stories you’ve ever heard.’ She moved Benny to one side while she dug around for her wallet and then handed some money to the waiter.

‘You’ve spent your whole adult life waiting to meet up with this guy again. Is that why you only ever date much younger men?’ I asked.

She looked thoughtful while she finished her coffee. ‘I’ve never put much stock in that mumbo, jumbo, psychobabble crap. Who the hell really knows why we do anything,’ she eventually said. ‘Come on.’ She stood up and grabbed her bag. ‘Let’s go shopping.’

Later that afternoon, as she was dropping me off after a successful shopping spree, Elaine reminded me about my date the next night. I resisted the urge to stomp my feet like a small child. ‘Fine,’ I muttered under my breath, ‘but you’ll be sorry if this one’s an axe murderer.’

‘Wear your new dress,’ she ordered.

I had bought a crisp print dress, while Elaine had bought a stunning gold number. It clung to her breasts revealing the perfect amount of cleavage, and then crossed under them. From there it was ruched down to her waist and over her hips. I could never carry off a dress like that. My breasts just weren’t big enough.

‘Where am I meeting him?’ I asked sullenly.

‘At Darling Harbour outside the IMAX theatre. I’ve emailed over his details to you.’

‘Thanks. I’m kind of losing enthusiasm for this whole internet dating thing.’

‘What do you mean losing? You never had any to start with. Heaps of people have met on the internet.’

‘Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe these men would be perfect for you not me.’

‘A man that takes you to McDonalds on a first date?’ she said in horror. ‘I think not.’

‘How did that slip past you?’

‘I read body language so I’m pretty clueless in a chat room,’ she admitted.

‘Is that how you do it? Body language?’

‘What did you think?’

‘Mind reading or supernatural powers – something like that.’

I stopped as Elaine burst out laughing. ‘I wish. Anyway, I think that was the week I got the reunion invite. I was a little distracted.’

‘Gee thanks.’

‘No problems.’ She smiled cheekily before driving off.

* * *

I was busy that week rescheduling Dinah’s patients who couldn’t or wouldn’t be seen by the English locum dentist, Sarah. It wasn’t till Wednesday night that I caught up with Elaine and Nat for dinner and filled them in on my latest date.

‘How was it,’ Nat asked breathlessly, when she finally arrived. Her face was flushed and her long blonde hair tousled. I was guessing it was cleaning night.

‘Terrible,’ I said, pulling a face at Elaine.

‘Oh come on,’ said Elaine, ‘I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.’ She reached over and poured Nat a glass of champagne.

‘He was a dog groomer,’ I started.

‘At least he had a job,’ Elaine said cutting me off. ‘Honestly Tara, you’ve got to stop being so fussy.’

‘He was a dog groomer with a snotty nose,’ I said, looking at Elaine with my eyebrows raised.

‘Eueeew,’ Nat said, looking a little ill.

Elaine was trying to remain serious but I could see a smile starting to twitch the corners of her mouth. ‘Everybody has a bit of bogey sometimes,’ she said.

‘We’re talking margarita glass crusty,’ I said.

She started to smirk. ‘Maybe he just had a cold.’

‘They quivered when he laughed.’ I took a sip of my champagne as I watched her reaction.

‘At least he had a sense of humour,’ she retorted, smiling broadly now.

‘He only laughed at his own jokes,’ I said.

‘It can’t have been all bad,’ she said laughing.

‘At the end, when I went to leave, he kissed me,’ I said, expressing a shudder at the memory.

‘See,’ Elaine said, obviously congratulating herself on her match making skills, ‘not all bad.’

‘I could feel snot drying on my cheek afterwards,’ I replied.