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liked me. Why, I wanted to know, had she deceived me by saying he saw me as just a friend?
“Because you weren’t meant to know. You were meant to relax and just go with it.”
Of course, that made perfect sense. Relaxing for me is a near impossibility. I’m a control freak. If I could, I’d own the world and hand out daily memos on exactly what everyone was to do that day, exactly what they were to say, and exactly what they were to feel. Should anyone stray from the plan, I’d fire them. Simple. Fired. And Jonas’s liking me wasn’t something I’d been ready for at the time. On the contrary, I was so focused on keeping his friendship that if I had known that he was interested in me, I would’ve freaked and embarked on a sabotage mission, thwarting any and all chances for romance and developing a strange claustrophobia that would have demanded that he stay at least two feet away. So what Aurelia said made sense. Perfect sense.
But now she was free to sing his praises, to claim she saw us together forever . I just smiled as she said this, though inside I was doing cartwheels. I’d found him!
Overall our relationship was going well, and in most ways we were scarily compatible. Of course there are always exceptions, and ours came in the form of Star Wars . Jonas, it turned out, was a Star Wars freak and often bolted out of bed at five a.m. on a Saturday to be the first to get the newest action figure. Being the supportive girlfriend I was, I even endeavored to help him in this, a one time and one time only attempt on my part. There by his side at the crack of dawn, I accidentally dropped what I considered to be a “doll,” a grave misnomer on my part, I soon learned.
Before I knew what was happening, he’d swooped down to retrieve it, gently touching the corner of the box, and narrowing his eyes into slits. When he looked back up at me, it was as if he’d just caught the kid who’d been egging his house and smashing his mailbox.
“This,” he said, “is the super-rare variant of Slave Leia from Jedi , with the brown chain instead of the gray chain.” Then his eyes went back to the box, as if having seen me, the perpetrator, had been too much. “You have to be careful,” he cried. “The corner of the box is dented. Do you know how much this is worth?”
My eyes went to the price tag by his thumb, and I suggested $4.99, as that seemed to be what the store was asking for the action figure. The look of dismay on his face was like that of a modern art professor who’d just overheard Picasso described as “That dude who painted the f’d-up people,” and in that moment I realized that Jonas and I were on very different wavelengths regarding all things Star Wars . After that I stayed home and slept in, knowing somewhere out there was my boyfriend, carefully carrying boxes to a register, speaking a language I was incapable of understanding.
One day Jonas and I were sitting in his Jeep, waiting for a light to turn green, when beside us grew the furious revving of a motorcycle, the ridiculous sound of a man desperate to look cool.
Jonas laughed and pointed out the window. “Hey. It’s Charles Darnette. What a dork.”
Sure enough, though his froggy face was slightly obscured by his helmet, it was him . My future—That’s when it hit me. Jonas was an actor, with dark hair and dark eyes, he wasn’t too tall, and, in fact, we’d met years ago when I’d auditioned to play his girlfriend in a movie. I remembered that at the time I had been intrigued by him, enraptured by his curious beauty.
All the predictions were coming true, and I knew this was it. Jonas and I would be together forever. I smiled, and thanked God for his kindness that my future husband wasn’t the black leather-clad frog on the motorcycle that had just stalled.
Other people hear of the hottest movie, the hippest bar, or the best mixed martini, and they can’t resist. They must see it, they must go there, they must down it.
“Because you weren’t meant to know. You were meant to relax and just go with it.”
Of course, that made perfect sense. Relaxing for me is a near impossibility. I’m a control freak. If I could, I’d own the world and hand out daily memos on exactly what everyone was to do that day, exactly what they were to say, and exactly what they were to feel. Should anyone stray from the plan, I’d fire them. Simple. Fired. And Jonas’s liking me wasn’t something I’d been ready for at the time. On the contrary, I was so focused on keeping his friendship that if I had known that he was interested in me, I would’ve freaked and embarked on a sabotage mission, thwarting any and all chances for romance and developing a strange claustrophobia that would have demanded that he stay at least two feet away. So what Aurelia said made sense. Perfect sense.
But now she was free to sing his praises, to claim she saw us together forever . I just smiled as she said this, though inside I was doing cartwheels. I’d found him!
Overall our relationship was going well, and in most ways we were scarily compatible. Of course there are always exceptions, and ours came in the form of Star Wars . Jonas, it turned out, was a Star Wars freak and often bolted out of bed at five a.m. on a Saturday to be the first to get the newest action figure. Being the supportive girlfriend I was, I even endeavored to help him in this, a one time and one time only attempt on my part. There by his side at the crack of dawn, I accidentally dropped what I considered to be a “doll,” a grave misnomer on my part, I soon learned.
Before I knew what was happening, he’d swooped down to retrieve it, gently touching the corner of the box, and narrowing his eyes into slits. When he looked back up at me, it was as if he’d just caught the kid who’d been egging his house and smashing his mailbox.
“This,” he said, “is the super-rare variant of Slave Leia from Jedi , with the brown chain instead of the gray chain.” Then his eyes went back to the box, as if having seen me, the perpetrator, had been too much. “You have to be careful,” he cried. “The corner of the box is dented. Do you know how much this is worth?”
My eyes went to the price tag by his thumb, and I suggested $4.99, as that seemed to be what the store was asking for the action figure. The look of dismay on his face was like that of a modern art professor who’d just overheard Picasso described as “That dude who painted the f’d-up people,” and in that moment I realized that Jonas and I were on very different wavelengths regarding all things Star Wars . After that I stayed home and slept in, knowing somewhere out there was my boyfriend, carefully carrying boxes to a register, speaking a language I was incapable of understanding.
One day Jonas and I were sitting in his Jeep, waiting for a light to turn green, when beside us grew the furious revving of a motorcycle, the ridiculous sound of a man desperate to look cool.
Jonas laughed and pointed out the window. “Hey. It’s Charles Darnette. What a dork.”
Sure enough, though his froggy face was slightly obscured by his helmet, it was him . My future—That’s when it hit me. Jonas was an actor, with dark hair and dark eyes, he wasn’t too tall, and, in fact, we’d met years ago when I’d auditioned to play his girlfriend in a movie. I remembered that at the time I had been intrigued by him, enraptured by his curious beauty.
All the predictions were coming true, and I knew this was it. Jonas and I would be together forever. I smiled, and thanked God for his kindness that my future husband wasn’t the black leather-clad frog on the motorcycle that had just stalled.
Other people hear of the hottest movie, the hippest bar, or the best mixed martini, and they can’t resist. They must see it, they must go there, they must down it.
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