Me Life Story by Scarlett Moffatt (best classic books of all time txt) 📗

found a new companion; they swapped email addresses (which is cute) to stay in touch. You are never too old to make new friends or to find love.

That reminds me – I often film bits called ‘vox pops’. It’s where I run up to random people on the street and ask them questions. So I asked one husband and wife, ‘Can you remember your first ever date with each other?’

‘Yes, even though we’ve been married forty-five years.’

‘And what was the date like?’

‘Bloody dreadful.’

It’s so funny some of the answers people would give me. I even got proposed to by a man with two tear tattoos on his face at one point. But the funniest vox pop I did was with two eighty-year-olds. They both had blue cardigans on as if they’d purposefully matched for the date, they were holding hands and he kept giving her little kisses on the forehead. It was beautiful to watch that they were so in love.

‘Excuse me, sir, could you please tell me what was the first thing that attracted you to this beautiful lady?’

‘Of course. We first met at a bus stop, she was waiting for the 181 and she had a lilac cardigan on. I was drawn to her brown eyes; they were glowing with adventure and made me feel young again.’

‘Wow,’ I gasped. I was quite taken back by such a poetic response. ‘Feel young again?’ I continued. ‘So how long have you been together?’

‘Oooh, about three years now, lovey.’

‘Ahhh, this is such a great story. Do you mind if I ask you a couple more questions but we film it for this new show Streetmate?’

‘What, to be on TV? Oh no, lovey, we can’t be doing that. You see my wife doesn’t know I’m out with this one. We meet up once a week and head into Cheltenham. I’ve been married to my actual wife for over fifty years and she’s been with her husband for over forty.’

I paused, waiting for the laugh or the punchline, but no, there wasn’t one. I mean I didn’t think that people cheated on each other after a certain age – shows how naive I am. Needless to say, we didn’t use that part for the show.

That night I was ready for my bed; some of the days were 7.30a.m. starts and we would finish at 9.30p.m. I didn’t mind as this was my dream job, but this running around was doing nothing for my bunions (sexy, I know). I ordered room service (a tuna sandwich, as normal) and started flicking through my phone. I noticed I had a new message on Twitter.

@scarlettmoffatt from @thisisdavina

‘I just wanted to say good luck with Streetmate, you are going to smash it xxxxx’

Oh my giddy aunt. The fact that Davina firstly knows I exist, and secondly has wished me luck. It meant so much, I felt like that was her seal of approval. I hope I haven’t let her down. I tried my hardest to hook everyone up and get as close to their ‘type on paper’ as possible.

The next day, me and all the crew travelled back to London to film in Covent Garden. Now I’m going to be totally honest with you as there’s no point in lying, I thought London was going to be really difficult. Even though everyone’s friendly, the thought of running up to people when they’re clearly in a rush got me anxious. ‘What happens if everyone just says they’re too busy?’ I said to Suzy the producer. ‘I mean everyone’s got somewhere to be in London, they might think if I run over to them that I’m trying to sell them something or that I’m one of those annoying people that ask if you’ve ever been in an accident and if you want to sue the person responsible?’

But I had nothing to worry about; it turns out people do want love in London. However, filming took longer than expected what with me having to stop every five minutes with anxiety from all the bloody pigeons. I mean they’re everywhere, watching us with their beady eyes. They don’t care about flapping their wings inches away from you looking like they’re going to kamikaze into you. And where’s all their babies? I mean seriously, have you ever seen a baby pigeon?

The most bizarre thing happened in Covent Garden. I was trying to find a date for this fifty-year-old man. He kept picking out twenty-year-old blondes so I told him, ‘Remember, they’ve got to fancy you back, this is a two-way thing!’ I didn’t mean it rudely but seriously some people think because a TV camera is there, people are automatically gonna say yes. Anyway I was starting to give up hope when I spotted a beautiful-looking woman in her forties in the window of Carluccio’s. ‘Are you single?’ I mouthed. She nodded and I ran in there faster than eight-year-old me when I heard the ice-cream van. To my disbelief she was on FaceTime to her dating coach (you can’t make this stuff up). Not only that but she was flying back to Melbourne that night so was super keen. ‘Yes, let’s just do the date now,’ she demanded confidently. Turns out she is a socialite in Australia and is famous in her own right. She was even bridesmaid for the princess of Denmark. Eeeh, the people you meet and the stories you hear when you take time to stop and chat.

I’ll be honest, their date didn’t go amazingly well, neither did anyone’s really. I mean they all had nice, fun times but out of thirty couples only one of them actually became an item. But I guess that’s love, you’ve got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your Prince Charming. Or in my case a lot of mammy boys and egotistical, cheating, lazy boys with ‘little man’ syndrome.

I mean seriously, they say love hides behind every corner but I must have been walking around in circles half my life.