I looked around the pub and it was heaving. Wall to wall with perfumed women, slimy men and thumping music. Still, I suppose that's what Friday nights is all about. I was sat at the corner of the bar, nurturing a nice cold pint of lager and just people watching. The crowd I was with had long dispersed into the cool autumn night but I had decided to stay on and people watch whilst having a few drinks. Why I was doing this heaven only knows, but it seemed better than a take-away curry for one and an early night with just a duvet for company.
My wife, I mean ex-wife, had long gone and I was at the stage of rehabilitating myself back into the outside world again. My friends and work colleagues had all rallied round to get me out and about, and to a certain extent it had worked. I was now starting to go out with them after work and sometimes at weekends, but soon, like tonight they all went back to their own lives and social functions that sometimes meant us single people not being included. Still, the fact that I was out was fine by me and I carried on looking around, watching and minding my own business.
Well, that was until about half an hour later. I had just got another drink when a woman came over to me. She was about forty, attractive, about five-seven in her heels and dressed like a St. Trinians school-girl. "Great!!" I thought to myself. How downtrodden did I really look?
"I know this is a bit forward and may seem a bit rude but I couldn't help noticing that you had been sat on your own for a while. I was wondering if I could sit with you for a bit?" she asked kind of shyly but politely.
"Sure, be my guest." was the best that I could muster. At least she didn't think I was a stalker. "Erm...erm...would you like a drink?" I asked stuttering, partly from astonishment that someone female would actually want to talk to me and partly wondering why.
"I'll just a have a coke if that's OK." she replied.
I beckoned over the girl behind the bar and duly got my mystery guest her drink and she sat next to me. "Sorry. erm...I just have to ask this and I also hope I am not being rude but erm...." I looked her up and down.
She interrupted me, laughing. "Yes, sorry, I suppose it does seem strange. Me all dressed up like this approaching a perfectly respectable, and may I say good looking, man. Let me explain. I am here on a hen night but, being just the wrong side of middle-aged, it seems to have passed me by and I am a little bored." One hand went to her mouth and the other touched my knee as she realised what she had said."Oh, I am so sorry, that came out all wrong. What I meant was that all the youngsters are around enjoying themselves and I am here on my own. Did that sound better?"
I smiled reassuringly. "Yes, much much better."
She smiled back. "So what about you? Do you always come to pubs and just sit there on your own.?
"I try not to make a habit of it, no." I replied. "But we have only just met and I wouldn't want to ruin your evening just yet with all the details but suffice to say it is a long story. Anyway, please forgive my manners but let me introduce myself. I'm Jack." I extended my hand towards her and at that point she starting laughing. I looked at her quizzically but she kept laughing.
"Sorry." she said in between giggles. "But you are not going to believe this." She composed herself enough to look my in the eye and say "My name is Jill" and that was it. We both fell about laughing for a good five minutes.
Well that was it, the ice-breaker to break all ice-breakers. We chatted about our lives, laughed, drank, chatted some more. It was like someone had lifted a ten ton weight off my shoulders and it felt good. The more we talked, the more i realised that I wasn't the only one with a past. Jill too had been through what I had and it was good to talk to someone who could actually relate to what I was feeling and thinking. Her husband had left her for his secretary six years ago and it had taken her a long time to come to terms with the fact that life still goes on and to enjoy it.
"You will get through it Jack. Look at me." she said. "Been there, done that, worn the t-shirt. But I am still here and better for it, and so will you be.
I nodded. "Well I do hope so. Let's propose a toast." I raised my glass and Jill did likewise with hers. "To the future and whatever it may bring." We chinked glasses
"To the future." Jill repeated, holding my gaze and then winking at me. And believe me, if you have ever been winked at by a forty-odd year old dressed in school uniform, fishnet stockings and high heels, it is a memory that stays with you. Unfortunately, the moment was broken by an identically dressed woman standing next to us.
"Hey Mum. Whose this gorgeous bloke you're with then?" she asked.
Once again Jill burst out laughing before again composing herself. "Liz, this is Jack." The penny dropped in Liz's mind in record time and they both fell about laughing. When they had finally composed themselves, Jill turned to me. "Jack.This is my daughter Liz." I waved and nodded.
Liz nodded back and then carried on talking to her Mum. "We are going to that club now. Are you coming?"