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I never ended up going to see Gabriel, which is probably for the best, because he is like heroin: really, really bad for me, but so very addictive. He is your typical starving artist type filled with just the right amounts of angst and mystery to keep me coming back. And he's terrific in the sack (oh come on, you know you wanted to know that).
Instead I lounged around all day, watching talk shows and gorging on leftover food while Gingerpuss slept on my stomach. Later on I decided to visit Isabelle, whom I prefer to call Bella. I live on the ground floor of my building and she is three floors up. Feeling virtuous, I trudged up the stairs to get my exercise rather than going by elevator. I knocked on the door relentlessly until she opened it. This annoys her to no end which is exactly why I do it (I've already confessed to being a bit of a brat sometimes, so this should hardly surprise you). She was still in her housecoat and looked terrible. "What's the matter, Bella?" Apparently she and her current beau Daniel had a fight the night before and she'd spent most of the day crying in her room, listening to Morrisey. Oh my. "Bella this can't be good for you. Let's go do something. Get yourself pretty. I insist." You sometimes have to be a bit stern with Isabelle when she gets into these moods. I waited patiently in the kitchen making myself a drink and humming absently. I heard the rattle of a door and who came sauntering in but the very Dan that has caused this hubaloo of self-pity in my dear friend. I raised an eyebrow at him and snarked a little. "Oh come off it, Bliss, it wasn't my doing." I played stupid and just kept sipping my drink. He went into this long explanation about how Bella brought up marriage again, when she knew he wasn't having any of it, being only divorced for 3 years and not wanting to go lightly into things. I told him it wasn't any of my business either way, but that he should maybe leave and let me have a night out with her to let her get it out of her system. Men don't need to talk it out, and analyze it, and turn it over, and discuss every minute point of it, the way that women do. He laughed and messed up my hair. "Bliss, you're a nutter." He then slipped out the door just as Bella was coming out of the bathroom. She had heard the front door click shut and immediately went to go after him knowing very well he'd been here. I stayed her hand at the door and told her to forget it. "Listen Bella, this is for your own good. You need a breather and I need a drink." We went out and had ourselves a good chat about men and how absolutely awful they are and how stupid we are to love them, and all that trash that we only kind of mean, and there he was. Gabriel. My heart did flitterflutters and I couldn't focus on what was coming out of Bella's mouth. Then my heart sank as I saw that he was with someone else. "Bliss, snap out of it." Isabelle's snapping fingers in front of my eyes did the trick as she glanced over and groaned. "Oh Bliss, get over him. You know he's no good for you." Did I ever know it. We drank ourselves silly and tripped our way back home. I just woke up a few minutes ago feeling like holy hell and drinking what must be the equivalent of Lake Superior. I think I'll go lie down some more. [previous] / [next] Butterflies fluttered at 10/15/2004 07:04:00 AM | |
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