Most years on Christmas Eve I visit a store front on a street full of quiet arty bars in the city centre. It used to be a cafe and many years ago one of the ‘sliding doors’ moments that could have redirected the flow of my life happened there.
I hadn’t been in university long when I met this girl through my younger brother. She was just about to turn 18 and lived a wild life I could only imagine. Crazy house party’s with copious amounts of alcohol and sex. Sneaking into bars under age. Earlier in 6th form she’d spent a year living with her then boyfriend. And through her I became more acutely aware of how much I’d missed out on growing up. Not just the wild stuff. Simple things like sleepovers or going to concerts with friends. Hanging out. Ordinary stuff I’d nearly no experience of. (Being home schooled)
First couple of years I didn’t really have a social life at uni it was all study. But at that point it didn’t seem to matter. She was welcoming me into her world and I thought soon I’d get to experience with her the kind of things I’d only known vicariously through her.
But I met her through my younger brother and she had a huge crush on him. He on the other hand didn’t want me hanging around with his friends. The people who knew the things he was getting up to and places he was going my parents wouldn’t approve of.
He gave her an ultimatum, she could be friends with him or me but not both. She chose him. But before she broke off contact with me she told me if we randomly bumped into each other she’d start talking to me again. After all my brothers insane objection was that I’d stolen his friend and that we’d never have met except for him.
Then on Christmas Eve I saw her walking up to the cafe I was eating in. She walked right up to the door, put her hand on the handle then let go and walked away. I lost my best friend as well as my best link to the world I so desperately wanted to experience for myself.
In spite of living in the same city we never bumped into each other again till she went to uni the next year. And most every year I go back to that cafe, although it hasn’t been a cafe for years, on Christmas Eve and think about what might have been. What life might have been like if I’d grown up with adventurous rule breaking friends who’d wanted to break rules and have adventures with me.