Wednesday, November 30, 2016
“Yeah why not” I reply to the skype message, because I work in the sort of business where people communicate in that manner despite sitting ten feet away from each other.
I don’t particularly ‘fancy a beer’ with Counterpart or anyone else but I’m trying to be nice. So long as he doesn’t start banging-on about his dead kid again.
Counterpart: It’s nice in here yeah? Beer’s ok as well. So. I’ve been on Tinder and that…
Some time passes.
Me: Right. Why? What is that? Is it a sex thing or something?
C: Nah not really it’s just a hook-up you know?
I don’t know, but I’m just glad we’re not talking about his dead kid.
C: Just to see if I’ve ‘still got it’…
I start laughing. Then look at his face. He’s being serious.
Me: Oh. Sorry. Ok.
C: You’re not exactly a film star you skinny twat. So anyway I start seeing this girl...she’s no looker or anything…
He shows me a picture on his phone of a beautiful young woman.
C: But, y’know…..so we’ve been out a few times and I’ve seen her and her son when me and my daughter had some free time and her mother didn’t know…
Me: [Head reeling] Err, do you think that’s really…
I’d much rather be at home and I don’t really want to hear about someone committing sort-of-adultery whilst making his daughter borderline-complicit. At least he hasn’t mentioned his dead kid.
C: …but I’m thinking I might not be so fond of her as just want to be with her son. You know? Because of what I’ve lost? You know? I’m thinking I might only be seeing her because I’m falling in love with the son I had who never lived.
I finish my drink and stare at the wall. A long night beckons.