The night before we met, Miss Pinks and a few friends had tickets to see The X Factor in London. Thus she established with Mr Dry her alibi for being in the city to meet me the next day.
As she stood in the cold and the wet, queueing to get in, she spent the time texting me with ‘Ping!’, an app she had insisted I get. I did my best to keep her warm with thoughts of the next day, and offered to ‘Flip’ her: our word for making each other get one of those delicious bursts of butterflies.
I asked her to guess which letter word, beginning with ‘L’ I thought described her. She wouldn’t say it, so after an hour or so I relented and told her. Lovable. “Miss Pinks,” I told her just as she went in to the show, “I think you’re utterly lovable.”
She still is.
Lol flip. It’s always cute when couples develop their own vocabulary.
To us it always seemed a perfect description of what your heart does.
We had so many pet words.
The ‘Ping!’ app would sometimes tell us that the other had sent a message, but it didn’t arrive. We’d call these PTP: Prick Tease Pings. The phrase stayed with us long after we stopped using ‘Ping!’ for other texts (right up to iMessage and its three dots to say someone’s typing).
It’s a double edged sword, though. Triple edged, (if you could make a three edged sword) as you’ll see.
Original Dallas! That was great TV.
Thank you. I’ve really no choice but to work through it like this. You’ll see why as the story draws to an end.
I hope Miss Pinks finds this eventually. Although I’m writing it for me, perhaps if she reads it she’ll remember me well. Perhaps she’ll call and we might find a path back to each other. But I think she’s made it impossible for herself to come back.
Anonymity is a help. No bravery required.
I was just thinking that, “if only she could find this”. I’m rooting.
Thanks. Nothing would make me happier than her finding this and reading it. Despite everything, I’d like her to know I forgive her and will remember all the good things. Because we both deserve that.