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ear off, I needed to chew on something tasty. I hadn’t eaten all day, and Michael’s family makes the best kebabs in Melbourne. Say anything you want about Turks, but as far as I’m concerned don’t knock their kebabs. Delicious.
    â€˜Look, Michael,’ I explain in between mouthfuls of a chicken kebab, ‘I know that in their own twisted, warped way they mean well, and they’re doing what they think is best for me, but you should have seen this guy. There was hair everywhere – his knuckles, his ears, his nostrils. It was repulsive.’ The thought of Ape Man is almost enough to put me off my kebab. Almost, but not quite.
    â€˜Imagine the kids you two could have produced.’
    Okay, he’s succeeded in putting me off my food. Michael knows that I am a very visual person so it doesn’t take much for me to start imagining things. That was totally uncalled for.

    â€˜You’re a prick.’
    â€˜And you’re an old bag, Des. But I still love you. Look, just let them do what they do. You never know, they might actually come up with the perfect guy for you.’
    â€˜I can find men all on my own thank you very much. Maybe I should see if they know any eleven-year-old Turkish virgins for you while they’re at it.’
    Michael’s love life is just as pathetic as mine. The last girl that he was with was so convinced that Michael was in love with me that she broke it off with him on the basis that she could never climb the pedestal that he had me on. Or something stupid like that. She just couldn’t grasp the concept of a platonic friendship.
    â€˜Oh, yeah, and real gems they are, Des.’ Michael knows all about my string of failed relationships.
    â€˜Like you can talk, you Mediterranean misfit.’ And I know all about his failed relationships. We both suck at them. Maybe we are perfect for each other.
    I look at my watch. ‘Gotta go. Meeting Ricki in half an hour.’ My best friend in the whole wide world. If anyone will give me the sympathy that I want, that I clearly deserve, it’s her.

    â€˜I can’t believe she did that!’ Ricki is shaking her head in amazement, horrified at Thia Maria’s attempts to throw me into the arms of Ape Man. She’s lucky; she’s never had to deal with the unexpected proxy from hell. Her parents would boot anyone out of the house that tried to pull a stunt like that.
    â€˜But you got out of it okay.’ That’s Ricki, she can always see the positive side of things and she can always make me feel a tad less neurotic.
    â€˜Yeah, but now I’m too scared to go home. Mum is going to rip my lungs out through my nostrils for it.’
    â€˜You can always come hide out at my place.’ Ricki is in town for work; otherwise she would be up at Shepparton, the bush, the middle of nowhere. She had to move there for work, leaving her family behind in Melbourne. They didn’t like it, but they had no choice so they supported her. Hell, she didn’t like it and looks for any excuse to spend a week at home, creating as many training needs as she possibly can. I hate that she’s so far away, but it does have some benefits. Her place at Shep is a great hideaway when her and I need to spend some quality time together without the interruption of family or other friends. And with my dysfunctional family, Ricki ends up with me in her spare room on a regular basis. We sit, eat junk food, get drunk and somehow work out all of our issues. I’ve known Ricki since we were twelve years old when she rocked up as a new student in my all-Greek school. We’ve definitely come a long way since then. We’ve been through everything together – relationships, break-ups, job hunting, dieting. We’ve survived it all. And we’re still surviving, even with her living up shit creek and around the corner.
    â€˜Des? Hey Des …’ What? I’d gotten lost