The Girl's Still Got It

For the purposes of posterity, (and recording the start of something or the start of nothing!) I had better record a bit more detail about Mr DDE (Drug Dealer Extraordinaire), and how I come to be in a place of considering him as a potential friend with benefits...

It was my friend Disco's 40th birthday celebrations last week, so there were a few old faces from the past out to celebrate, and one of these was Mr DDE (initially known as Mr H).

Now I remember him vaguely from a lot of messed up parties and good times from many moons ago, but to be honest I always found him patronising, boring and a bit of a know it all, and consequently, in all the times I'd been in the same vicinity over the years I have never had more than a 2 sentence conversation with him.

So, we're at the pub and I see him and think  "Oh God, its Mr H, fucks sake!".  About an hour into the evening I find myself reluctantly sat next to him and hacing to attempt the polite conversation required when you haven't seen someone for 10 years and didn't really like them then anyway...

However, much to my surprise, in the blink of an eye we were getting on famously, and he was making me laugh, and I was beginning to sense a twinkle!  We left the pub arm in a, twittering on nonsense about strolling the promenade, and being a fine figure of a woman and a most distinguished chap, and lots of stupid Downtown Abbey type crap that I've no idea where it came from, and it felt really nice, and happy, and all good, until I ask the innocent question of " What do you do?"...!

Following an extremely cagey response, which didnt fill me with glee, there ensued a bantering fifteen minutes or so with me guessing anything and everything from accountant to bin man to IT person (he looks like an IT Manager!), and getting nowhere, and also starting to have that slight sense of foreboding he was going to have a job that my shallow self would be slightly disappointed with. That said, nothing could have prepared me for my friend to finally say 'He's a drug dealer "!  You could probably have seen my chin drop from across the room!

Mr H (now to be referred to as Mr DDE) was a bit sheepish by now, and immediately said " You're disappointed aren't you?", which, although I tried to brush off, to be fair, I was!  It then all got a bit weird and we found ourselves quite quickly on opposite sides of the room and hardly any speaking going on for a while, and me feeling like that was it, and he probably thought I didn't even want to speak to him. So I made an effort, and before leaving for the next pub we'd reconnected slightly, although a bit more distant than we'd been before.

At some point he disappeared with a friend of mine, and even though I know they'd left to score, and that actually they don't really even like each other, I was very twitchy until they came back and I was sure nothing had happened there, which I guess told me something!  The evening came to an end, and by then everyone else, including him, was slightly messy, so it was the briefest of goodbyes and I didn't get a chance to say anything about seeing him again.

Fortunately, he is good friends with Disco, and as it is my birthday in a few weeks so I was able to get her to text him to say I was inviting him. To which he replied "Sweet, the girls still got it".  Yes, yes I have...!