When Janey and I split up in 2006 I was floundering around a bit for a while. I’d been in relationships most of my life and felt cut adrift. I was drinking a lot and hanging out at Bodega and the bars on Cubs St.
My first attempts at dating proved to be disasters – the ex-lawyer, the ex-prostitute and the soon to be ex-policewoman.
It was never going to be easy – I had teeth missing from my epileptic days and at 50 had become pretty hedonistic in my ways.
A producer friend of mine invited me to a party in Eastbourne and arranged for a lift for me with her friend who had just split up with her boyfriend…..
She was gorgeous – tall and English with uncanny eyes. We got on well and she gave me her card/phone number.
We arranged to meet to go and see an exhibition together and I thought it wise to carry some condoms – you never know.
When we met up at the old Malthouse I was a bit nervous and she kept talking about her ex. To change the subject I told her we needed the invite to get into the show, produced it from my pocket – only I pulled out the packet of condoms instead…
We both blushed and it was she that expertly changed the subject – back to her ex.
At the door of the gallery there was a security guard who asked for our invite – I fumbled in my pockets and pulled out the condoms again! The security guard laughed and said –“Well, you’ve come all this way I’ll have to let you in.”
After the exhibition I offered to walk her home but she said she had to wash her hair and had a headache and her period. She wound up going back to her ex and having babies.
A while later I met Misty. We used to hook up in town through our mutual friend Rex.
There was one Thursday night at the Bristol. I had just had a tooth extracted and my mouth was a bit of a mess but Misty was sort of all over me. I felt like hell and just wanted to go home – I had to be at work the next day. She wanted me to come home with her and like a fool I begged off.
Then she kissed me on my wounded mouth and took my bottom lip between her teeth and bit just hard enough to make me reel – I should have followed her then but I didn’t – I just went home alone.
The following day after work I cruise in to Bodega for Friday drinks. Rex is at the bar and I ask him if he’s seen Misty…
“Jon, Misty died last night. She was home alone and had a fit and her flatmate was away so there was no one there to save her”.