Get Your Mum to Do It
When I was 18, I took a gap year and went travelling for a year with my best friend. Our first stop was Barcelona, where I met a very lovely man named Antonio. Antonio was very intense and had amazing eyes. After one day together he told me that he loved me and that he wanted to marry me. I assumed this was his technique for getting me to sleep with him so I laughed and we made out and then when I left Barcelona I gave him my phone number. I don’t know why I did this. Maybe I couldn’t think fast enough when he asked? I told him I wouldn’t be home for three months and I guess I assumed that he would have forgotten all about me by the time three months had passed.
I thought wrong.
Three months later, I got a phone call from Barcelona. I had a very odd talk, in Spanish, when I tried to explain that er, no, he should not come to England to visit me and that no, I would not marry him. A few days later he called again. I pretended I was out. Then the next day, he called again.
“MUM can you please tell him that I’ve moved country and that you don’t know my new phone number?”
“Don’t you think that’s a bit unbelievable?”
I didn’t care. And bless her, she did it. In Spanish. It was awesome. He never called again.
