I have no idea who this couple is, but I was watching them interact for a while, while we were listening to this great guitar player. In a room crammed fill of beautiful girls, this was one of the few - perhaps the only one - who had a boyfriend. A hot boyfriend. Who was clearly smitten with him. I watched the way she kept his attention: she looked smart, and fun, but also, she looked interesting, and, crucially, interested in him. She had him in the palm of her hand: just as she got his total attention, she'd become mysteriously aloof. Like a cat with a mouse. Genius.
So we were driving to Brighton this weekend (Happy Easter everyone! And Passover: am I the only one who thinks it's rare and quite amazing that the holidays fall on exactly the same time? The Last Supper being, in fact, a Sedar). We were going to see our friends' first born son, a beautiful baby boy named Matthew, for the first time. He is three weeks old. And I was telling my husband about how happy I am that a close friend is back with her boyfriend, having listened to my advice.
'You know I don't give a toss about these things,' he said, while cutting off 'some bastard' that he was having a some kind of driving contest with on the M23. 'What things?' 'Relationships.' But he did concede that I was very good at it: giving relationship advice, and all that crap, and next thing I knew, he was coming up with a new career for me. A private relationship coach.
I thought about it: I mean, I really love it. Talking with women about relationships. It's pretty much all I do, or think about. And it's true: I am rather good at it. 'They'd have to never, ever meet you,' I pointed out. 'If they did - if they ever saw us together...' I couldn't even finish the thought. 'Physician, heal thyself.'
The other guy was passing, so my husband sped up, got in front, and slowed down, just to piss him off. 'I'd need a name, of course..' I mused. 'Jack and Jill?'
'How about the Relationship Doctor?' he suggested. (This is the guy who came up with StreetStyle London, btw). 'No, honey,', I laughed, 'You're not really good with names.' They we started arguing about that for a while, which segued into that it was his idea in the first place, and missed the turnoff. Which was my fault.
So what do you think? Is it a good idea? Any suggestions for a company name? He told me to I ask on my blog - yes, this post was his idea, too. I'm illustrating it with shots from a party last year at Selfridges, for Havaianas.