Thanks for that...
Obviously I'd already figured that I must get in touch with this "old boyfriend" I've not seen since we were young beautiful and fabulous 20 years ago in another faraway country who happens to live up the road a few miles away from me in London nowadays...
It's just what do I say? And firstly how to go about it? I'm not doing an email or a tweet, nothing like that. Too forward. Not my style. Ought I send him a short brief letter at his work address?
I think that's best?
He was terribly posh when we lived in Canada. We were about 20-25. I'd been there since I was 14 so had acquired a bit of an accent. He spoke proper and never waivered.
He said he was in the SAS army and had just arrived in Toronto. I was party animal. We went our separate ways... We both now live here in NW London, his webthing says he plays polo with the Royals. He travelled. So did I. I moved to NY after TO...
I was lower class with a Liverpool/Cannuk accent. Still am.
Should I talk about the highlight of my life, (joke here btw), the time in Toronto 20something years ago I joked and heckled and danced with Jim Carrey at the Film Fest and had dinner with him the next night then turned him down? He wasn't my type. (I think Mr Flood, the man I'm talking about contacting saw all of that action and was mortified...) Or should I instead brag about what I've done since, here in London? I sold 2nd hand clothing at Portobello Road, did a bit of gardening? Worked as a temp secretary for 10 years? Ended up in a social housing flat a spinster, unmarried without kids and past it?
No, I can't say that. I'm still fit, don't look anything like my age. So I can get past the looking at each other bit, it'll be hilarious. He's posted a pic of himself, hasn't dyed his grey sideburns and he looks like me Dad.
I'm fine. But I don't know what on earth to say !
I cant sing, can't dance, don't ski and haven't a clue about polo.
xL
I'm good at looking though. This'll be so funny.
I'm rather proud of the fact that there is a single well-to-do ex-Canadian like me, a rich fit possibly gay Brit I used to know living nearby I could send a msg to.... It's hilarious.