A ‘Brief’ Word

To those here in the U.K, I hope you’re having as good a Bank Holiday as is realistically possible right now. To the readers in the United States, have a good Memorial Day. To others around the world, the same sentiment applies… minus the Bank Holiday element 🤔

This post will be a brief one (“he says” 😂) as I only want to update you on a couple of things.

For those who have taken a few moments to read the two versions of ‘Today’s Date’ on this site, I thank you very much. The links will follow. It was only meant to be a one-off sweet tale showing positivity in these darkest and loneliest times. Plus it gave me the opportunity to experiment with a new structure…

But then proverbial wheels started turning, and I wondered what Simone had to say about all of this. So I explored her and her life, and discovered that there was probably a wider story I could tell while looking at other ways I can tell the story.

A word on this. You will see another 1-2 parts of ‘Today’s Date’ posted in here, then I’ll have a decision or two to make regarding what happens to the rest of it…



The feedback has been largely positive and I’m touched by that, though only 2 people have been able to identify the pattern I utilised in Simone’s perspective 😉

Lastly, though I’ve posted them here, they are by no means the ‘finished article’ and will be amended on a regular basis. Hope you enjoy…

Thank you for reading, and remember to stay safe.


Today’s Date (Simone)

Poser! Another one! Every single time! Actually, not completely true. Then, it happened, like magic. His face popped up. Just like that. The smile. Genuine. Those eyes. Same as before. Simone studied his face. She had seen more handsome. And some more striking. She didn’t care. At all. Insignificant. Interesting guy. Jon was back! She clicked the chat. And quickly typed ‘Hi Jon’.

Well, it’s a start.

Simone sat back. And waited. Patiently. And hopeful. Quite the combination. Then came the message. His considered reply, ‘Simone, Hi’

Well, it’s a start.

She couldn’t judge. So laughed. Genuinely. Like before. Start to finish. In the last chat. A couple of weeks ago. Then he just disappeared. But his profile remained. So Simone waited. And chatted. Barely.

To men. And to women. The latter more stimulating. The former much less engaging. Joyce was very sharp. Mum’s favourite, too. And attractive. Very. Then… nothing. She was gone. Took Simone by surprise. She was actually quite gutted. Joyce was really cool. Better than Bob. No contest. None.

‘My angel!’. Bob’s first words. No doubt his routine. It didn’t get any better. Simone couldn’t even pretend. She was polite. Overly so? Probably. Hint sent. Hint not received. Because Bob carried on. His topless picture meaning nothing. Simone then messaged him. “I’m sorry, Bob”. He waited. Pause. She continued. And was polite. She let him down. “I don’t think we click”.

Bob got the message. So did Simone. Rude picture. Genitalia. Oh dear. Her instincts validated. Then Bob was gone. This time, by Simone’s click. An increasingly familiar occurrence.

Definitely not Joyce. Or Jon. Disappointing. And annoying. Lockdown online dating. Mum found it entertaining. Simone was not as amused. Her experience was typical. She considered deleting. Getting rid. Permanently. But no. She stopped herself. Words came to her. “Just a little bit longer!” And so it proved. Jon was back.

She remembered. Genuine. Interesting guy. Not a poser. With an awkward charm. Welcome relief from the pretenders. So she eagerly chatted. It was chilled. And fun. Enjoyable. Time flew. Like last time. Then Mum’s phone rang. And Simone took it upstairs. 

She sat back down. Her immediate focus. The chat. Jon. 

Still there. A new message. A few minutes old. Jon was asking her out. Or was going to. Before he disappeared. Simone thought. Hard. But briefly. An idea came! She got a bottle. Half filled with red wine. And took a photo. Posted through chat. To Jon. Received. Jon typed. A picture arrived. A dark beer can. It was from a website. Simone could forgive that 🤣. Video date made. New experience. Unique. Thanks, lockdown.

The morning came. Mum’s mocking had subsided. And she was very distracted. Looking outside the window. Examining the area. Missing life. Greatly. Simone observed. And felt guilty. She volunteered to cancel. Mum declined and went upstairs. Singing as she left. Simone adored her. Most did. Gloria.

Simone noticed. Her mobile rang. But she ignored it. As she had always done. Whenever hecalled her. Just this guy. They met. Once. A date. It started well. But something was off. So she ended it early. He seemed to understand. Then started calling. Weeks later. Regularly. Mostly ignored. She answered once. Told him to stop. Or she’d report the calls. She planned to anyway. And now reminded…

Clock check. Now. Simone sat. It was time. The video app ready. Simone was a proactive person. So made the call. Jon answered it. And smiled. Warmly. Simone, too. Maybe more relieved. Jon sounded nervous. But it was surprisingly endearing. The video date commenced. Very good time. Constant conversation. Laughter. And open. It flew by. They learned a lot. About all manner of things. Simone’s changing hair colour. Jon’s skipping rope. Red wine. Beer. Rubbish TV. Working from home. And Simone’s trouser mishap. You had to be there 🤷‍♀️

Simone had to go. Jon did, too. Team meeting. Work. Or something. Simone wasn’t concerned. She wanted date two. She knew that Jon agreed. So they made plans. Same again Friday. Done deal. Except…

Thursday happened. During the applause. Simone on the walkway.. Mum inside the front door. She saw the dog first. Looking over the wall. With a leash. Thick fur. Beautiful. Simone melted. She then remembered. The owner was new. He had just moved in. And they hadn’t met. “Hello there, I’m-“. Simone stopped. Frozen. Stood there. Hand out stretched. She couldn’t believe it. Her new neighbour was Jon!

In front of her. Mere meters away. Next door. Disbelief! Right there. Quite noticeably tall. And deceptively good looking. His smile the main constant.

They personally reintroduced themselves. Simone’s hand lowered. Social distancing. Remember! They spoke. Again. And laughed. Mum went inside. Simone caught her smiling. The dog made excited noises. His name was Sandy. Matches his fur. Very nice. Cute.

An idea. A new one. This time from Jon. That they take a walk. Have date two now. Good plan. Spontaneous. Big positive. They exchanged numbers. Jon crossed the road. Sandy went along with him. Simone shut the door. Jon called her. She answered. Continuing. She walked. Onto the pavement. Staying on her side.

They walked opposite each other. In the same direction. Down the road. Keeping distance. Frustrating. Big time. Sandy in town. They reach the junction. The end of the road. And they both stopped. Simone looked surprised. Hardly hidden. Stunned. Possibly horrified. Across the road. The person clearly seen. The most unwelcome man now. Whom she met previously. It was him!…

Lanre (19/05/2020)

Open Forum 2: Update Me, Update You.

Firstly, many thanks to those here in the U.K. and around the world (America, France, China, India to name a few) who check in on this humble site.

Yes, I know it’s been a while, but even with the extra time provided to us over the last 7-8 weeks, I’ve found myself busy.

Mind you, this should not be interpreted as a complaint, as I’ve finally tapped into my creativity and some of the things I’ve promised/threatened to do over the last few years are finally taking shape. As well as a couple of things I had not planned for.

I want to extend thanks to those who read and commented on ‘Today’s Date’ on April 15th. I’ve always wanted to tell more stories using poetic form and the private feedback has been even better. The keen eyed among you have spotted that I amended the title slightly, which means there is more to come from this lockdown tale. I’m experimenting with more forms as well so hopefully that works out nicely.

This week, I finished and delivered a writing gig on Fiverr. Subject to any last minute snags, I should be able to start to build a profile. No needles will be moved at this stage (and any reward is negligible) but it’s more promising than this time last week.

This weekend, I will be writing a short (likely very short) sketch that WILL be realised at some point this year when it is safe to do so. Be on the lookout for something later this year that I’ll be a part of that- should it grow legs.

Another of my shorts will finally come to life later this year, as the commitment to produce it was re-affirmed.

If you’ve reached this stage, then I congratulate you and invite you to share any successes or wishes fulfilled during this period, as well as just a general update on your well-being. Please use the comment box below if you are so inclined.

Till then, please stay safe. Thank you for reading.