That weekend, I met a boy – I was a smitten kitten. I spent the whole weekend with him. For blogging sake let’s call him T. He worked at Butlins already as some kind of manager – he was about my age and he had something really mesmerising about him. We had the best time. The weekend came to an end; we said our goodbyes and got ready to go. Just to demonstrate how excited I was about the whole thing; I managed to drop and flush my phone down the toilet, whilst on it updating Ange (who by now was halfway home). Fantastically giddy behaviour.
Following a very tense six hour journey home without a phone, I arrived home to numerous messages from T saying how he missed me already and lots of other lovely things! We stayed in touch over the months that followed, but it slowly faded to nothing; when I realised after a few more visits that he was actually a little bit of a player. He was based on the camp, so I guess it wasn’t a surprise really. Even Johnny was a cad before he met Baby! ;)
I started work at Butlins about 6 months later, in my new role as a redcoat. I was still a little bit enamoured by T but we didn’t really speak much. When I met the (now) ex, I was still harping on about T, and nearly didn’t go out with him on account of my feelings for T. I can’t really put my finger why I liked him so much; none of my friends could work out why?! It may have just been that it was such a great weekend, and that my desire for him was tied in with the memories of that.
Ten years on, I stumbled upon him on Linkedin (I say stumbled, I mean; found him after an extensive search:)) I added him as a connection along with a short message. T responded almost instantly; that he remembered me and he wanted to know everything that I was up to now. A few emails later, we soon established that we were both single and that he is often based south. We have a plan to meet up sometime in May. I am not entirely convinced that this is such a good idea, but Michelle is very excited about the whole thing. She claims that the only way forward these days with men – is to ‘recycle’ them.
She and her new husband Chris went to school together and always had an on and off kind of relationship since they were about 12. Nothing serious, but they always used to meet up every now and then and have a little flirt and kiss! They lost touch in their early twenties, and whilst looking on My Space a few years ago; Michelle found that all his friends were on there but sadly not him. She decided to let fate take its hand and send a Christmas Card to his parent’s house along with her phone number, just in case he ever wanted to meet up. To cut a long story short, he rang her, they dated and they now are happily married!
So, part of me is thinking that the past is better left firmly where it is but another part of me is curious to see whether this recycling theory could actually work? Watch this space…