If I Never Met You(48)
She scanned the comments, forgetting that it being Jamie’s post meant most of them were strangers to her.
Looking good, sir
Wow great shot. Like an Armani advert.
Where is this?
You look like the Stark who had his throat cut in the Red Wedding in Game of Thrones. And she looks like the Dragon woman’s handmaiden Missandei. i.e. both fit
? She’s beautiful, who’s this Jamie?
Well played, woof
The name’s Carter, Jamie Carter
Woah! Exotic totty!
Jamie had replied to the last saying: ‘Laurie is from Hebden Bridge, surely even you’ve been to Yorkshire, Dave.’ Since his not being sure of her name, she noticed Jamie had been very attentive to any detail she offered, and it was a neat way to point up the micro-aggression without going full attack dog.
There were tons of Likes, eighty-five in total, Bharat among them, and Dan’s sister Ruth had commented:
Great to see you looking so well, Laurie!
Wowsers x
Laurie didn’t see that coming. She hit reply and typed a thank you. She’d always liked Ruth, but since Dan’s mum took Dan’s side, she’d assumed Ruth had done the same and their obligatory ‘sorry to hear’ ‘I’m fine thanks for asking’ text exchange had been friendly but fairly economical on both sides.
What did Dan think? Had he seen it?
From her busy WhatsApp to the half dozen texts, she could see the required splash had been made. And the shamelessness of these inquiries: people she never spoke to who hadn’t got in touch to say sorry to hear about you and Dan, now eagerly fishing.
Laurie only replied to two people directly: Jamie, to reassure him the wording was fine, and Bharat.
Bharat
WTAF YOU DARK HORSE WHAT THE HELL AM I SEEING?! Jamie Carter?!
Laurie
He asked me out and I thought: why the hell not
Bharat
This guy is a stealth bomber, I’ll give him that. I’m probably going to catch him with my mum next time I go home
Laurie
THANKS BHAZ I’m the second to last woman on earth you’d expect him to show an interest in
Bharat
NO NO NO NO. I didn’t know you were ready, that’s all. Glad your having fun. You look TOTAL FIRE. WTF THE HAIR?? Gossip tomorrow please xxx
Laurie couldn’t deal with the agitation caused by the constant ping-ping-ping of new comments and likes and queries. Jamie inhabited a different online world to her, a busy, interactive one, in fact the man seemed to be a social hub, and Laurie found it overwhelming.
As the thread underneath wore on, friends outright asked if he and Laurie were ‘an item’, and Jamie replied ‘early days’, with a smiley emoji, and ‘if I’m lucky’ to another. He and Laurie agreed in hasty further messages, finessing their approach, that vague, non-committal positivity was the best bluster. Goodness, it felt odd.
He was right about the mixed messaging stimulating more fuss, as everyone tried to figure out if what seemed like an announcement, actually was one.
After a twitchy morning, Laurie found herself irresistibly drawn to putting on her tracksuit trousers, finding an old Couch To 5k app on her phone, and plodding round the streets, warily at first.
She could only tolerate so much of the female voice instructing her to now walk briskly for TWO MINUTES before she switched the app off, turned her music up and ran for herself, until the pace and the pounding of blood and the impact of her feet on the pavement was the only thing that existed.
Laurie ignored shouts from a car full of lads, dodged round pushchairs and urged herself onwards, and as she arrived back home, feeling exultant, thought; this is why Dan used it as springboard for leaving her. She felt ready to fight a polar bear. Unfortunately it also put Laurie in mind of what it readied Dan for. She got a flash image of grunting and pumping and wanted to die.
Was he going to ruin everything for her? It was hard to feel anywhere was her space when they were colleagues.
Laurie peeled off her clothes to shower, watching herself in the mirror, and thought of Jamie’s lairy mate calling her exotic totty. What a sham, a long con job made of shapewear and filters. She didn’t feel either exotic or like totty, she felt like a woman from Yorkshire in her late thirties with soft, malleable, untended parts, some of which were silvered with stretchmarks, and with unruly hair down there that definitely wasn’t sculpted into a martini glass shape.
She’d never put her naked form to any particular objective test of desirability because she was desired by Dan. She put her hands over her breasts and hoiked them up an inch: was that where they should be? Was that where they used to be? Laurie honestly couldn’t remember. If she asked Dan this sort of thing, as erotic memory keeper, he’d make a joke and then usually lunge and grapple with her.
Laurie hadn’t considered herself as being defined by what any man thought of her and yet there was no denying that her body, unwanted by her lifelong partner, felt like a body she had to reassess, and own for herself again.
The thought of being exposed in front of someone else of the opposite sex provoked abject terror, yet it was that or lifelong celibacy.
Last time Emily had shown her Tinder it was full of men called things like Kev and Daz sitting naked in hotel bidets, swigging from bottles of Peroni, declaring their ‘massive love for the sesh.’
Maybe Keanu Reeves films and a vibrator would be preferable, Laurie thought, turning the water on.