The Past is Sitting in the Living RoomPosted: August 16, 2011
In she walked with a smile and dropped her shopping on the table.
“The Roomie, this is David,” I said.
He held his hand out, with a “Nice to meet you” and she shook it, saying “Hi” with an odd expression on her face.
“I know you,” she said.
David looked panicked.
“Do you?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “We met on a night out, I think.”
David tried to compose himself.
“Oh right,” he said.
I looked from one to the other, taking in the awkward atmosphere.
“Does anyone want tea?” asked The Roomie walking out to the kitchen.
“Omg,” I said, hitting him as soon as she left. “Did you sleep with her!?”
“….no,” he said, looking doubtful.
When she came back into the room, I just couldn’t let it go.
“So how do you know him?” I asked. “Did you meet through mutual friends or something?”
“No, just randomly on a night out,” she said. “We just started talking to him and his friend. And then they took us to this place that served wine all night.”
“Oh I remember now,” said David, starting to look a little less stressed. “Em, and there was your friend…Julie?”
The Roomie gave him a level look. “Zoe.”
“Yeah, Zoe,” he said, looking uncomfortable again.
When The Roomie left to get ready to go out, I turned to David.
“So you didn’t sleep with my room-mate?”
“No,” he said looking relieved.
“And her friend?”
He looked sheepish.
“That is hilarious,” I said.
It’s times like this that I worry that Dublin is a leeeeeeettle too small….