Mash Blind Date: 'I've never forgotten him. For 20 years I've thought he was The One. He doesn't remember me at all'

WE reunite Carrie Ryan and the one who got away who she’s been trying to find for decades, Will McKay, who has no idea who she is. Is the magic still there? 

Carrie on Will

First impression?

The first impression was made 20 years ago. I was in upstate New York working at a kids camp. He was one of the counsellors. We loved each other that summer and swore we’d always be together, but the Atlantic came between us. Now those years and that distance have melted away.

How was conversation? 

A lot of time has passed, and against our will we’ve spent it apart. So there was a huge amount of catching up to do. He’s been married, I’ve had a number of long-term relationships, he’s now divorced, I had to give a dog away because it was out of control, etcetera.

Memorable moments?

When his eyes lit up and he said ‘I remember you’ and my heart melted. He obviously knew who I was from the start, but he remembered my emotional reality. That’s what he meant.

Favourite thing about Will? 

He may not be a teenager anymore, but beneath that slightly older, a little bit battered exterior he’s still the man whose memory I’ve cherished for two decades.

A capsule description? 

Still gorgeous, still glamorous and American, still holds the key to my heart.

Was there a spark? 

A flame which may have burned low this last 20 years but has never once been extinguished.

What happened afterwards? 

Arm in arm, walking to the car park, he casually dropped that he only remembered who I was during the sweet course. Then he said ‘Weren’t you Swedish?’

What would you change about the evening? 

I loved most of it. But the bit at the end, when he still had no idea who the fuck I was after a whole fucking night sharing memories and gazing into each others’ eyes? I could do without that bit.

Will you see each other again?  

Would he have any bloody idea if we did? I thought we were going to get married.

Will on Carrie

First impression?

Really nice looking, beautiful eyes, just my type actually. Hugged me straight away which I liked, though maybe for a little too long, and then quite a bit longer after that. And seemed to be breathing in my scent.

How was conversation? 

Apparently we’ve met before? Not since 2003 she tells me, and I forget people I met last week but it seems really important to her so I play along. Don’t want to be rude! The English are all about manners!

Memorable moments?

When I finally manage to trace her in my memory, and realise she was the Swedish girl I had a brief fling with back in summer camp. I was fooled because she hasn’t got the accent anymore. Delighted to see her again. She was way hot.

Favourite thing about Carrie? 

That there’s no expectations and no strings attached, just a couple of late 30s singles hooking up like they did back in the day.

A capsule description? 

Life brings together New Yorker and a girl he knew from 20 years ago for a good time, not a long time, that will hopefully heal the pain of his divorce.

Was there a spark? 

For sure. Goes to show that even just a casual attraction can bridge the decades.

What happened afterwards? 

Yeah. She wasn’t the Swedish girl? And was this other chick who I got with subsequent to the Swedish girl? And a bunch of other shit about how the thought of me has ruined every relationship she’s had in 20 years, and how hard it was to find me, and what an asshole I am? Which brought back the divorce and started me crying and then she was crying and that’s a whole lot of drama for a Nando’s parking lot.

What would you change about the evening? 

I would not end it comforting a woman I do not know about the heartbreak caused by me not knowing her.

Will you see each other again?  

There are women out there who don’t hate me yet. I would prefer to date them.

Your astrological week ahead, with Psychic Bob

Aries, March 21st–April 19th

Finding out that Panic! At The Disco has split up has got you Not Caring! In Your Third Floor Flat.

Taurus, April 20th–May 20th

Once again the Best Picture best picture nominations are dominated by films. When are we going to see one for the tennis girl scratching her arse?

Gemini, May 21st–June 21st

If there was a great footballer called John Smith you couldn’t do that chant about how ‘There’s only one John Smith’, because there’s categorically, definitely, more than one.

Cancer, June 22nd–July 22nd

You love that new car smell but hate that new car taste.

Leo, July 23rd–August 22nd

You only get drunk on days that end in Y, and also on all the different Eves. Plus Easter.

Virgo, August 23rd–September 22nd

We’re going to be hearing Kevin McCloud say ‘the build was going well and then – lockdown’ for the next 15 fucking years.

Libra, September 23rd–October 22nd

Who you choose in Mario Kart says a lot about your personality. Mario? Steady and reliable. Luigi? Happy to play second fiddle. Yoshi? Lizard.

Scorpio, October 23rd–November 22nd

AI might be capable of writing, but can it feel? Can it love? Can it truly relate to the human experience? No. And that’s why it’s perfect for a job at The Daily Mail.

Sagittarius, November 22nd–December 21st

Wait. Why does an organ grinder even need a fucking monkey?

Capricorn, December 22nd–January 19th

We regret to inform you that Willy Wonka Confectionery’s Yorkshire subdivision, manufacturing Penny Twats, Chewy Cunts and Right Daft Ha’porths, has ceased trading.

Aquarius, January 20th–February 18th

‘That’s not a tortoise,’ you say to the mugger holding a puny six-inch Hermann’s, before pulling out your 800-pound three-and-a-half foot Galapagos saddleback. ‘That’s a tortoise.’

Pisces, February 19th–March 20th

‘It’s Oscar season, baby!’ you told your friend Oscar over the phone, so it’s weird he seemed surprised when you hunted him down and shot him later.