out on me?
Also, he may think he’s slick, but when I was leaving my room to meet Holly and Mark for cocktails down in the lobby, I got a major eyeful of what he spent the afternoon doing, as she slunk out of his room and down the stairs. I don’t care what Holly says about me being his type, it’s a total lie. Cal Langdon’s “type” is STILL clearly five-foot-eleven blonde models, NOT five-foot-four brunette cartoonists into whose jeans TWO of said models could easily fit.
As if that’s not bad enough, when we were waiting for a taxi to take us home, I looked over and saw Mark take off his jacket and wrap it around Holly, who was shivering a little in her sleeveless pink dress. Then he put his arm around her, and the two of them nuzzled each other.
NUZZLED. They were NUZZLING.
And I looked over to see if Cal had noticed, and he totally had, he was looking right at them.
And I will admit that it was impossible to tell what was going on behind those steely baby blues of his.
But I imagined—my second BIG MISTAKE—that he was feeling the way I was… that Mark and Holly are the cutest couple EVER and totally belong together and it’s a CRIME what their families are doing to them, being so unreasonable about the differing faiths thing.
So I went, in a soft voice so Mark and Holly wouldn’t overhear, “Do you STILL think those two shouldn’t get married?”
And the Modelizer went, “I give it a year. Two, tops.”
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I couldn’t believe it! I mean, where could he POSSIBLY be getting that?
So I went, “Are you crazy? They’re totally in love. Look at them.”
Cal: “You know love is just a chemical reaction in the brain caused by surges of phenylethylamine, don’t you?”
Me: (confused) “You’re saying Holly and Mark don’t really love each other? That it’s all in their heads?”
Cal: “I’m saying no one loves anyone. People are attracted to one another and pair up to breed due to our natural mating instinct. But that attraction doesn’t last. As with all drugs, the body develops a tolerance for the phenylethylamine, and eventually, the attraction you once felt for your partner fades. It’s all perfectly natural. You can get the same amount of phenylethylamine, a stimulant the mind craves, by ingesting vast amounts of chocolate as you can by, quote, falling in love, endquote.”
Me: “So… you don’t believe in romantic love?”
Cal: “I believe I just said that.”
Me: “Because of the vast amount of time you’ve spent studying the subject?”
Cal: “From my own personal experience, yes. And from the relationships I’ve observed around me.”
Me: “So Holly and Mark are going to break up because there’s no such thing as love?”
Cal: “Oh, no. Well, yes, eventually. But well before that happens, they’re going to break up because their backgrounds are too different.”
I really don’t think I can be blamed for saying, “At least they’re both human, unlike the skank I saw leaving your hotel room earlier.”
I had the satisfaction of seeing him, for the first time since we’ve met, completely speechless.
Sadly the effect was ruined when one of my stiletto heels got caught between the cobblestones outside the restaurant. It gouged away all the silver lamé. I don’t think it can be fixed, either.
I’ll admit the cobblestones are charming, but have these people never heard of asphalt? It was totally humiliating too, the Modelizer had to help me pry it loose. My heel, I mean.
His hand fit all the way around my ankle. You know, his fingers met his thumb on the other side.
Thank God I remembered to shave my legs in the shower before dinner.
God, I’m so jazzed from all that good food, I don’t think I’ll ever fall asleep. Plus, I keep thinking about The Dude. He has to be all right, doesn’t he? I mean, Julio would have called if there was anything wrong. I left my cell number by the phone, so Julio could call from my
Also, he may think he’s slick, but when I was leaving my room to meet Holly and Mark for cocktails down in the lobby, I got a major eyeful of what he spent the afternoon doing, as she slunk out of his room and down the stairs. I don’t care what Holly says about me being his type, it’s a total lie. Cal Langdon’s “type” is STILL clearly five-foot-eleven blonde models, NOT five-foot-four brunette cartoonists into whose jeans TWO of said models could easily fit.
As if that’s not bad enough, when we were waiting for a taxi to take us home, I looked over and saw Mark take off his jacket and wrap it around Holly, who was shivering a little in her sleeveless pink dress. Then he put his arm around her, and the two of them nuzzled each other.
NUZZLED. They were NUZZLING.
And I looked over to see if Cal had noticed, and he totally had, he was looking right at them.
And I will admit that it was impossible to tell what was going on behind those steely baby blues of his.
But I imagined—my second BIG MISTAKE—that he was feeling the way I was… that Mark and Holly are the cutest couple EVER and totally belong together and it’s a CRIME what their families are doing to them, being so unreasonable about the differing faiths thing.
So I went, in a soft voice so Mark and Holly wouldn’t overhear, “Do you STILL think those two shouldn’t get married?”
And the Modelizer went, “I give it a year. Two, tops.”
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I couldn’t believe it! I mean, where could he POSSIBLY be getting that?
So I went, “Are you crazy? They’re totally in love. Look at them.”
Cal: “You know love is just a chemical reaction in the brain caused by surges of phenylethylamine, don’t you?”
Me: (confused) “You’re saying Holly and Mark don’t really love each other? That it’s all in their heads?”
Cal: “I’m saying no one loves anyone. People are attracted to one another and pair up to breed due to our natural mating instinct. But that attraction doesn’t last. As with all drugs, the body develops a tolerance for the phenylethylamine, and eventually, the attraction you once felt for your partner fades. It’s all perfectly natural. You can get the same amount of phenylethylamine, a stimulant the mind craves, by ingesting vast amounts of chocolate as you can by, quote, falling in love, endquote.”
Me: “So… you don’t believe in romantic love?”
Cal: “I believe I just said that.”
Me: “Because of the vast amount of time you’ve spent studying the subject?”
Cal: “From my own personal experience, yes. And from the relationships I’ve observed around me.”
Me: “So Holly and Mark are going to break up because there’s no such thing as love?”
Cal: “Oh, no. Well, yes, eventually. But well before that happens, they’re going to break up because their backgrounds are too different.”
I really don’t think I can be blamed for saying, “At least they’re both human, unlike the skank I saw leaving your hotel room earlier.”
I had the satisfaction of seeing him, for the first time since we’ve met, completely speechless.
Sadly the effect was ruined when one of my stiletto heels got caught between the cobblestones outside the restaurant. It gouged away all the silver lamé. I don’t think it can be fixed, either.
I’ll admit the cobblestones are charming, but have these people never heard of asphalt? It was totally humiliating too, the Modelizer had to help me pry it loose. My heel, I mean.
His hand fit all the way around my ankle. You know, his fingers met his thumb on the other side.
Thank God I remembered to shave my legs in the shower before dinner.
God, I’m so jazzed from all that good food, I don’t think I’ll ever fall asleep. Plus, I keep thinking about The Dude. He has to be all right, doesn’t he? I mean, Julio would have called if there was anything wrong. I left my cell number by the phone, so Julio could call from my
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