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Tuesday, April 22, 2003

Saturday Night Phonecall

Saturday night - ten days ago - and I'm sitting in front of Nick's computer, not facing it, sort of spinning around on the chair (like any five-year-old-at-heart that respects themselves would be doing). I'm singing along to Anna and Roger (of Nixon) to the Summer of '69 and it feels great when the phone rings. It's the sort of moment that makes you expect something life changing is about to happen so I go and pick it up wishing it is not my mum.

It is not my mum. I step out into the darkness and noise of the balcony which is overlooking a main street wondering if the stranger to whom I have never talked before, but with whom I have exchanged a few -puzzling, funny and inspiring- emails can make out the song, and what he's thinking about it; holding the phone with one hand, closing my spare ear with the other and squinting my eyes in the vain hope that this too will make hear better. The perfect timing of the phone call is still making me smile. I say I don't know if we're going out again, hang up and walk in already getting excited about the prospect of meeting up with him.

I was right to be getting excited: We did go out and I had fun on a Saturday night out in Greece for what was probably the first time ever.

Posted by Dimitra Daisy

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