just saturday

I had things to do when I left Gyan’s Saturday morning, but not urgent things.

So while I’m lounging around in bed, I get a message from Christophe:

“Hi, Beatrix. Can we talk? I don't want you to be upset with me. I'm sorry.”

In a way I’m flattered that he thinks I’m such a prude that I’d be offended by his grampa cheek-kiss. I wonder what he’d think of me if he had any idea what happened last night at Gyan’s.

And then I feel terribly guilty. Cooper reassured me that it was better to just let him think it was the kiss, to let him have a reason so he could just move on. But I don’t want to scar the boy into never kissing a girl on the cheek again.

I don’t know what to do, but I do what I always do when things are hard: think about something else. I meet up with my boss, run an errand at the Plaza, talk to a boy and set up a date for Sunday, and go to Barnes and Noble to sit on the floor with Pete.

Pete would be a recurring peripheral character on the Harper and Beatrix Show. As I’m having trouble with a desperate and needy boy, Pete’s being one. I read a few million lines of a chat he had with some girls he’s crazy over and try to tell him gently that he needs to calm down a little and not scare the girl away.

He knows, though, and the conversation turns to more Overheard-in-New-York-worthy topics. Pete once slept with a girl on a first date after they played hangman. And, unsolicited, he’s trying to help his pretty friend make extra money by hiring her out as a wingwoman. His Craigslist ad is brilliant, and has already gotten two responses. I’m laughing so hard, I seriously hope other people are enjoying this conversation.

“You want cookies?” he asks me.

We have some pre-dessert dumplings, then head to Milk Bar. I’m not feeling great, so he won’t let me touch the cookies we get. Instead he breaks them all and gives me halves.

“You realize the kind of relationship it looks like we have, don’t you?”

Before I go in the subway, he asks me when my next date is.

“Tomorrow at 12. No plan-- I’m just supposed to meet him in Union Square. The real question is should I go hungry or full?”

He assures me that there will be food since the date is at prime brunch time, but advises me to eat something small (he suggests a yogurt) before I go.

~beatrix

speaking of that oscar-nominated film starring brad pitt

Fin was laughing at us when he said to Hannah, “It’s sort of Benjamin Button-y, like an old married couple of kindergarteners, sharing their carrot sticks.”

But me and Sam were sharing our carrot sticks and some trail mix.

Later me and Sam shared some pizza and some beers. It made things feel so much better. Of course we planned how the scene would be edited if we had a reality show. (They’d show lots of close-ups of us drinking pints, followed by the two of us laughing uncontrollably, shot through the window of the pizza place. Then they’d show us finishing up our work for the day, even though in real life we finished our work first. We should totally have a t.v. show, and they should let us tell them how to edit it.) You’d think after twelve hours together on a Monday, we’d run out of things to say, but we didn’t.

The topic turned to dating.

“We should find someone to date us before we get too busy again.”
“Well, preferably two people. One for each of us.”
“We could date Genevieve and Gus!”
“Fine, but I get Gus and you get Genevieve.”
“Nooooo. . . .”
“Fine you can have Gus, and I’ll take Genevieve. She’s skinny, just the way I like my girls.”

When I got home, I wasn’t drunk. I don’t have an excuse. I was just acting stupid.

I messaged Simon, who was still at work. There was small talk, then I said this:

i need to wash my hair
one day i’m going to tell you all the things i need to tell you
but not right now because you are at work and i need to wash my hair

I owe it to him to stop being such a pansy girl and tell him already. He does not deserve this.



~beatrix