For mid-October, the sun is still hot, and Elisabeth and Francesca are taking the opportunity to flirt with melanoma and burn off their hangovers by the pool at the centre of the condo complex.
Frankie, says Elisabeth. She is playing with her Treo. Do you think that Nigel will call me?
No, says Francesca. I don’t think he will call. When did you meet him?
A week ago now, says Elisabeth. But it feels like yesterday – I can still hear that musical English accent in my mind. Essex, he said he was from. What a sexy-sounding place.
Because it has the word ‘sex’ in it? says Francesca.
Yes, says Elisabeth. Yes.
So a week ago? says Francesca. He’s not going to call, Bets. Get over it.
I don’t understand why, says Elisabeth. Why? Why wouldn’t he call me?
Maybe, says Francesca, he just don’t like women.
- ‘british man don’t like women’, Pensacola, Florida, USA, 18 October 2009
