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This week our image is from Gemma Chua–Tran @Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, the image shows four women standing together and laughing. They all are from different ethnicities.
The girls had met purely by chance, but their friendship had blossomed despite their differences as they’d all had one thing in common.
It was uncanny in a way, but it turned out they had all dated the same guy.
Speed dating was just coming into its own but after a disastrous first and only meeting, they’d entered the bar for a drink and shared a table. The conversation between them just escalated and they soon discovered they’d all joined the same dating agency that year and been sent details of ‘James’.
Over lager, a G&T, white wine and pineapple juice, they reminisced about James and their prospective dates with him.
There was a lot of hilarity about where they went as each first date was the same, apart from the participating female.
Georgina had left him sitting at the table as he’d taken a call from another woman half way through the first course of their meal.
Chrissy had had a bit more luck and actually made it to two dates, but he had been far from a gentleman on their second, and she kicked him into touch.
Melody had seen him four times over the course of a fortnight and was quite keen on taking their relationship to the next level. That was until she saw him at the bus stop in a clinch with someone else.
Patty was larger than life in more ways than one, and she’d turned the tables on James.
She said she gave him enough rope to hang himself, but he’d done more than that, ‘practically skipping with it’, she’d laughed as she’d tolerated the phone call at the table on date one, put him off the innuendo of the second by saying it was ‘that time of the month’ and enjoyed the popcorn but not the film on the third. He stood her up on the fourth but was full of apologies, flowers and chocolates for a fifth which she accepted with grace and good humour.
It was her birthday the following week and he gave her a beautiful card.
‘Who’s Deidre?’ she’d asked. She’d already noticed something else but kept quiet.
He went white, started to stammer about a sister and that he’d got confused about the date.
Taking his left hand in hers, she smiled and removed the ring from his wedding finger. The inscription read ‘James and Deidre, 18.02.2009’.
She produced the dating printout which showed him as an only child and single.
She didn’t see him again.