One Day Page #4

Unbelievable.

Just unbelievable.

Well, why not?

The rules. Not to

mention your girlfriend.

What, Ingrid?

Yeah, Ingrid.

She's very uninhibited.

She'd have had her top off

at the check-in desk.

Well, as you keep pointing out,

Ingrid used to be a model.

You could be a model.

For a catalog or something.

I'm just saying that we're not

entirely unknown to each other

from a physical point of view.

Drop it, Dex.

Well, you know,

that night after graduation.

Come on, you must remember.

No. Blanked it out

like a car crash.

Well, I haven't.

In fact, if I close my eyes,

I can still see you there just

standing in the dawn light.

Please don't.

Provocatively unclasping

your dungarees

as you walk over to me.

I was not wearing

dungarees.

So you do remember, huh?

Have I caught the sun?

No, you look...

You look fine.

Do you know I've

never been abroad?

What?

Don't be ridiculous.

It's true.

Fortnight in a caravan in Whitby

drinking Cup-a-Soup with Dad

and trying not to kill Mum.

I can't believe I'm

actually here with you.

Why?

Hmm?

Why?

When we were at university,

before we spoke even,

I had a crush on you.

Ridiculous, I know.

But when we almost

did it that night,

I couldn't believe it.

I wrote poems and everything.

What have you

got to say to that?

Well, I already knew.

What do you mean, you knew?

Well, I sort of guessed.

All those epic letters

and compilation tapes.

So, go on then.

What happened?

Mmm.

I got to know you.

You cured me of you.

I'd still like to read those poems.

What rhymes with Dexter?

Prick. It's a half-rhyme.

Too much wine. We should go.

No, no, no.

Not yet. Not yet.

Listen, let's go for a walk.

So this is it.

It's lovely.

Hello? What's going on here?

Well, I thought we'd go for

a quick swim. Sober us up.

Ah, I get it. I get it.

I've walked right

into it, haven't I?

You get a girl drunk and lead

her to a large body of water.

Oh, come on, Em.

Be spontaneous.

Be reckless.

Live for the moment!

Come on, Em. Get in!

No!

You're such a prude.

Why are you such a prude?

Look, come on!

You could at least

leave your underpants on.

Rule number three, remember?

Come on.

So this is skinny-dipping?

What am I meant to do? Sort of

lark about? Splash you or something?

That's a very serious face.

You're not having a wee, are you?

No.

No, I just wanted to say that

I felt the same.

After our near-miss.

I mean, I didn't write poems

or anything. I'm not insane.

But, you know,

I thought about you.

I think about you.

You and me.

Really?

Really? Okay, well...

Dex...

The problem is I fancy

pretty much everyone.

Oh. I see.

I mean anyone.

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