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  ‘What? What is it now?’ she spits.

  How nice.

  ‘Are you still dating the stripper? I mean, again?’

  ‘Yes, I am dating Olly again and please call him Olly.’

  ‘How’s it going?’

  ‘Yesterday it was great. Today not so much. Ask me again tomorrow.’

  ‘OK.’

  Silence.

  ‘It can’t be any worse than that guy who asked you what older birds had to offer over younger ones.’

  ‘No, it can’t. Thanks for reminding me.’

  ‘Any time.’

  Silence.

  ‘So, Mum, what do older birds have to offer over younger ones?’

  ‘Stop it.’

  Evidence: When using the internet to meet people, one must learn to ignore half the stupid crap people feel more free to say than they would to your face.

  ‘Oh, also, can we come to salsa with you tonight?’

  She laughs.

  ‘No, I actually mean it.’

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  At salsa. It’s the break and Steph and Mum are queuing for the loos. I’m trying to at least pretend like I’m having fun, because I’ve been so crap over the past couple of months and Steph and Mum seem to be having a freakishly good time. But I will never be doing this again. Ever.

  Why You Should Never, Ever Go to Salsa with Your Mum:

  1) You stand in lines, with men on one side and women on the other, and go round in a rotation. There aren’t enough men and so half the time you have to put your arms up and pretend to dance with an invisible person.

  2) The rotation also means you have no control over who you dance with. You have to dance with everyone. There’s one really smelly man and I had to hold my breath for the whole minute that we were partnered. There’s this other man who trod on me A LOT (definitely his fault) and then when the music stopped said pityingly, ‘Don’t worry, it’s your first time.’ And another man who put his face way too close and got really into wiggling his hips against mine but didn’t move in any way that resembled the actual steps.

  3) You are prey to watchful women who have come with the aforementioned men. There’s this one extremely hostile lady who keeps looking over with narrowed eyes at whoever is dancing with her fiancé. I wish she knew how truly, deeply I’d rather not be dancing with him.

  4) You realise that you are so terrible at dancing, even your mum is better than you.

  Oh joy. The break is almost over and it’s my turn to dance with the smelly man again.

  Add another reason to the list:

  5) You might come face to face with your mum’s strange taste in men.

  Back home now, thank God, but after class me, Mum and Steph sat down.

  ‘Are you looking forward to Gracie’s brother’s party?’ Mum asked.

  ‘I’m looking forward to having her stop talking about it,’ I replied.

  ‘OK, so don’t look now,’ Mum muttered, ‘but my ex-boyfriend was in the class.’

  I thought back through the less than desirable bunch of men we had just danced with.

  ‘Which one?’

  ‘The dark-haired, dark-skinned one.’

  ‘The wiggly one?’

  ‘Yes, him.’

  ‘Oh, God, Mum… Why?’

  ‘What?! He’s a good-looking man.’

  ‘If you can see past the creepiness.’

  ‘Well, for me it was more seeing past the good looks.’

  ‘Did you meet him here?’ Steph asked.

  ‘Yes,’ Mum sighs, ‘this was a long time ago. Before I’d even tried internet dating or anything like that.’

  Evidence: Most people use the internet merely to repeat the mistakes they make in the real world.

  Saturday, 13 September

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  The Day of ‘The Big Party’

  Gracie has already rung twice asking me about what to do with her hair. My answer both times was, ‘I don’t know’ i.e. ‘I don’t care, you have a mind of your own.’

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  ‘What about my flower clip?’

  (What flower clip?)

  ‘Yes, definitely.’

  It’s going to be a long day…

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  At Gracie’s House

  Getting ready. It’s just me, Steph and Gracie. Faith said she couldn’t come because she ‘didn’t want to blow off her family friends’. (I definitely think there is a line between being nice, and too nice.) We are all crammed into one mirror. Gracie keeps elbowing me in the face. She’s so eager for tonight.

  ‘And Andy’s friend Jonno is so good-looking…’

  ‘Is he the one with the really small head?’ I say.

  Gracie’s lips tighten and she goes all pink. ‘No, I don’t think so.’

  ‘I think he is.’

  ‘I don’t know who you mean, but it’s not him.’

  ‘Yeah, yeah! It is!’ says Steph, laughing.

  Gracie is incredibly pink by now.

  ‘None of my brother’s friends have a small head.’

  ‘None of them? Does he have some sort of head-size screening process?’

  ‘They’re all really attractive.’

  ‘So now you can’t be attractive unless you have a large head?’ says Steph.

  ‘Just don’t make fun of my brother’s friends, OK?’ she snaps.

  ‘Why? They’re not your friends.’

  That did it. She slammed out of the room. Then came back in for her lipstick and left again.

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  It’s so nice being able to do my make-up without being elbowed.

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  Eventually, Gracie came back into the room, but she left again when she realised Steph and I were talking about periods.

  ‘Guys!! Ew!’ she exclaimed, like she doesn’t have them or something.

  Anyway, apparently Steph’s sister Jess was kissing a boy at uni, and he tried to go further but she told him she was on. His response was something along the lines of ‘gross’ and ‘too much information’. This makes me angry for several reasons.

  The Period Taboo

  First of all, it’s not like we can help it. It happens. That fact is unfortunately unchangeable (and I think I speak for all women when I say, we really wish there was a better way to be fertile). In that situation, was Jess not supposed to mention it? Would this boy have liked to get his hand covered in blood instead? No, I think not. Then why is she being punished for telling him? Either way, she loses. Which means she’s effectively being punished simply for having an uncontrollable bodily function.

  And, more than that, why shouldn’t she be able to speak about it? I actually think women are generally very discreet about the whole thing (e.g. Gracie, who obviously bleeds rainbows). If guys bled out of their penises for a week of every month, you can bet we’d hear more about it.

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  I think I might actually feel a whisper of excitement. I’d almost forgotten there were other emotions aside from desolation and apathy. And I haven’t thought about Leon or Apple in at least ten minutes.

  We come downstairs and Andy is sitting at the kitchen table on his phone. Surrounded by cans of beer. He looks a bit like Gracie around the eyes, but more… er… like a boy.

  ‘So what time are people getting here?’ Gracie asks, trying to act casual and failing.

  ‘Some of the guys are coming here for pres at nine.’

  ‘Cool.’

  ‘I think Babs is driving them here.’

  ‘Babs?’ asks Steph.

  ‘His last name’s Babcock.’ Andy looks up and smiles at Steph.

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  Gracie keeps jumping out of her skin every time the doorbell goes. (I’m actually feeling a little nervous too.) It’s been thirty-five minutes since people arrived and we still haven’t spoken to anyone except each other. We’
re all pretending it’s fine, like we’re some sort of incredibly exclusive club, not like a cluster of scared penguins huddled protectively together. I should probably stop running to the toilet and blogging.

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  OK, OK, just one more post because this was really satisfying. ‘Babs’ the designated driver for the evening is a real meathead. I said this and Gracie replied, ‘What, just because he’s got big arms?’

  Then Meathead Babs called out, ‘Shove it down your bra! Shove it down your bra!’ across the room, and I just smiled at her.

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  PS The Answer to Nerves Is…

  VODKA. Lots and lots of vodka. We’re just passing it round, taking turns to burn our insides. It really is foul without a mixer but a) it’s getting us drunk faster and b) everyone else is doing it and we don’t want to seem lame.

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  I’m only in the toilet again because I had to leave the room. (I am having fun. Sort of. Maybe? I imagine this is what ‘having fun’ looks like, at the very least.) We’re talking to people now, in a manner of speaking, playing some drinking game where you sit in a circle and someone asks another person the most embarrassing/awkward/disgusting question they can think of. If that person hesitates and doesn’t instantly ask another socially inappropriate/repellent/horrific question to someone else, straight away, then they have to answer it. I’ll give an example:

  ‘Have you ever had a sex dream about Jonno’s mum?’

  ‘Do you fear that deep down you are secretly a paedophile?’

  ‘Have you ever wanked with a parent in the room?’

  I got up when that wanking with a parent in the room question came up, just in case it got directed at me. When you’re eleven years old, having just discovered the glory of masturbation and stuck on holiday sharing a room with your mum, you really aren’t left with much choice.

  At some point Meathead Babs turned to Jonno and asked, ‘Would you bang Andy’s sister?’

  Jonno hesitated and they all went ‘ooooohhhhhhhh oh oh oh oh’ in that really aggressive, loud way that makes ‘laddish’ boys sound like packs of gorillas.

  ‘You ’ave to answer now, mate,’ declared a satisfied Babs.

  ‘No, he really doesn’t,’ said Andy.

  ‘Yeah, not answering that,’ Jonno said, shaking his head.

  ‘But would you? Would you?’ persisted Babs.

  The circle descended into shouts of ‘Answer, Jonno!’ and ‘Come on, Jonno!’ until Jonno grinned and said, ‘Yeah all right, all right, yes.’

  More gorilla noises. Andy looked horrified and Gracie looked like she’d just accepted an Oscar.

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  Gracie is still smiling. She’s going to be UNBEARABLE for the rest of the night. All because some slobbering idiot with a very small head said he wouldn’t mind ‘banging’ her.

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  ‘Gracie’s brother has a nice smile, don’t you think?’ Steph pondered.

  ‘Steph, you realise if you went out with Gracie’s brother, you’d see her face every time he kissed you.’

  ‘Nooo.’

  ‘Actually, she’d probably kill you before it got that far.’

  ‘It’s probably not worth it,’ she sighed wistfully.

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  Steph seems to have gotten over it, as she’s sitting on Jonno’s lap with his hands around her middle. I guess she’s gotten over Jonno’s abnormally small head, too.

  I was standing with Gracie and she started sighing.

  ‘I can’t believe Steph would do that.’

  ‘Do what?’

  She gestured to Steph, who was kissing Jonno so aggressively I wondered if she was trying to dislocate her jaw and eat him whole.

  ‘Why?’ I asked.

  ‘Because, you know, of what he said.’

  ‘That he would “bang” you?’

  ‘Yes!’

  ‘In all honesty, Gracie, I’m not sure if there’s a single female in the room he wouldn’t “bang”. I think his getting with Steph, not to put a downer on their whole romance, was probably less about choice and more about chance. Sort of like breaking in pool. Doesn’t matter which ball goes in the hole, as long as it’s a ball. Steph was standing near him seven minutes ago, and you weren’t.’

  ‘I should have known you wouldn’t support me,’ she said, running off to her bedroom.

  I honestly thought that was incredibly supportive!!

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  Back in the toilet, with a bottle of gin. Somebody left it unattended and I swiped it, thus teaching them an important life lesson about being careless.

  I knocked on Gracie’s room a few times but she won’t come out. As a result of being ABANDONED I was targeted by a very lanky boy who was slurring his words and had beer down his shirt.

  ‘What’s so interesting?’ he asked, gesturing to my phone.

  ‘Nothing,’ I defended, quickly hiding it.

  Then he started showing me some game on his own phone where you have to get a pigeon or something safely across the road. I watched him stab drunkenly at the screen.

  ‘Look, and then you…Oh,’ he’d say, looking genuinely crestfallen every time the thing died.

  After a few more minutes of wishing he would go away, I leaned on his arm slightly, the one holding his beer, so that it tipped up. Twelve seconds later he clocked and stared down bemusedly at his wet leg. I took the opportunity to slip away.

  I wish Leon was here. Leon back when he was still talking to me, that is. Obviously his being here now probably wouldn’t help my situation very much. But I used to have loads of fun with the old Leon. He would have laughed at everyone drinking their gross, straight vodka and we would have gone and sat in Gracie’s empty bathtub, throwing Hula Hoops in each other’s mouths and talking all night about everything and nothing.

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  Not that it matters. I am not with Leon. These random fifty people are all I’ve got right now. If I keep drinking maybe the alcohol will give me some semblance of emotion towards at least one of them.

  posted by EditingEmma 01.07

  Oh God, starting to feel a bit… peaky…But the alcohol may actually be working. Remaining on the edge of the crowd and talking to no one, I’ve yet to develop any individual bonds, but I’ve fostered a substantial, almost protective affection for this particular group. These aren’t just any fifty people I don’t care about, these are my fifty people I don’t care about.

  There’s an empty bottle of gin in my hand. Did I drink that? Was that me? I thought I was drinking vodka…

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  Tried to find the bathroom but it seemed so, so far away. I’ve done really well, though, to make it to this doorway. I’ve sat down as a reward.

  EmmaNash @Em_Nasher

  People should put their heads in between their own knees it’s lovely and cool and dark

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  Tea floor is a really nice and peaceful place very good for thinking

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  Thoughts

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  I don’t feel like crying any more, in this safe little spot. None can touch me here.

  Minus then rude people who keep stepping over. Me and kicking me.

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  How did I get on the bathroom floor? Someone’s been sick jan here, it smells terrible.

  Crying so much I am choking. Potentially choking on vomit. Don’t have any tears left, I’m so dehydrated. I’m caught in a river of tears, like Alice. Except that the tears are the water at the bottom of Gracie’s parents’ toilet.

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  Staring into a bucket of sick. Is that mine? Surely that can’t all be mine?

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  Sobbing into a pillow. Feeling so disgusting
and alone. I want Leon so much. He’s the only one who can stop me feeling this way, feeling so horribly, horribly lonely. Why doesn’t he want me?

  I feel as if a huge, gaping hole has opened up inside me that will never ever be filled. Except by Leon, and Leon wanting me. It’s like if he doesn’t see me, there’s nothing to see. I can’t ever imagine this ending. I can’t ever imagine feeling differently. I am a void which I have no idea how to fill.

  Sunday, 14 September

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  Oh God. I’m at home now and just… oh God.

  This Morning

  I woke up and my first thought was: Where am I? There were sounds of people laughing and a TV was on somewhere. Everything seemed too loud. I tried moving but quickly found this was not a good idea. My head was in AGONY. I wanted to ring Steph but I couldn’t find my phone.

  Then she popped her head round the door with a cup of tea. I was so happy to see her I wanted to start crying again.

  ‘OH,’ she said.

  ‘What?’ I croaked.

  ‘Have you looked in a mirror?’

  ‘No…’

  ‘Don’t.’

  She began cleansing me with a face wipe. The pillow was covered in black eye make-up.

  ‘We’ll just turn that over,’ Steph said.

  ‘What HAPPENED?’ I asked.

  ‘You got completely wasted.’

  ‘Yes, I’ve guessed that much. Where were you?’

  ‘Err… Well I didn’t realise you’d got so bad until…’

  ‘Until?’

  ‘Until you stumbled into the room threatening to throw away your Chewit wrapper collection – which, by the way, I don’t think would be such a bad idea – then fell over into some girl’s lap.’

  ‘Oh. Did she laugh?’

  ‘No. She wasn’t very amused.’

  ‘Oh.’

  ‘Especially when you tried to stand up, then it happened again.’

  ‘Oh…’

  ‘And then your top came down.’

  Silence.

  ‘At least I was wearing a nice bra.’

  ‘It really is a very nice bra.’ Steph nodded.

  ‘What happened after that?’

  ‘Well, you declared that you’d “made enough trouble” and that you were going to “sit quietly”. Then you sat in the doorway, obstructing everyone’s path to the kitchen and the toilet.’