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since wed been talking about moving in together, buying a stereo system together. Commingling our DVD collections
The kind of stuff Id never done before. Not with any guy.
But I found out at the same time that the rest of the viewing public did that we were dating, but not yet locked into any sort of commitment. His words, not mine. And that was news to me, let me tell you. Painful, humiliating news.
Hed been onLetterman at the time, so thats what? Umpty-million viewers? And when Letterman askedin his oh-so-Letterman wayif Blake was waiting for something better to come along, hed laughed uncomfortably and got this little-boy-lost look. Hoo boy, Letterman had said. Devis got a drifter on her hands.
The next week, guess what theEntertainment Weekly headline was? And two points to you if you guessed Hoo Boy. Blakes a Devil.
I mean, come on!
He didnt mean it, and you know it, Lindy says. Letterman put him on the spot, and he said something stupid. And now youre punishing you both because he ran off at the mouth. The boy was acting under the influence of Elliot. Obviously he was spouting nonsense.
That makes me laugh, but I try to stifle it.
So youre telling me that the exact instant you found out about it, you fell out of love with him?
I stop, my arms crossed over my chest, and stare her down. Weve reached Dalton Way, where the curve of Via Rodeo meets up with Rodeo Drive. Around us, well-dressed tourists glide past, along with some well-heeled locals. I catch a glimpse of someone who looks remarkably like Paris Hilton making a beeline toward Gucci. She sees us and waves. Duh. Itis Paris.
Im not saying you should have forgiven him, she says, oblivious to the fact that were only yards away from a power shopper. Im just saying that you didnt react to what he did or to what he was feeling. You looked atyou. You learned that he wasnt ready to put a ring on your finger, and suddenlyyou decided thatyou were totally wrong to have fallen in love with him in the first place.
God, I say, suitably awed. No wonder youre a lawyer.
She shoots me the finger and continues walking. I hurry to catch up, my mind in a whirl. To a certain extent shes right, and I know it. But what she doesnt understand is that I had no choice. I couldnt just sit there, knowing how he felt, and wait for the other shoe to drop. That would make me the victim in our little love story, and that simply wasnt a role I could play again. Not ever.
Lindy slows down enough to look hard at me. Just give the guy a second chance, okay?
I think about the way he looked in my trailer doorway earlier today, the soft light from the early afternoon sun filtering around him. Ill think about it, I say. But dont place any bets on it yet. Good looks are one thing, but he hurt me to the core.
Thats all I ask, she says.
I dont even know why were talking about Blake, anyway, I say. Were here for shopping, and he was always lousy at that.
Its an X-Y thing, she says, and I roll my eyes. She lets out a breath of air, then turns to scope out the street. Im becoming old and pathetic, she announces. Theres not one store here that has something I want.
You are old and pathetic, I say with a laugh. But I love you anyway. And I know exactly what your problem is, too. She weighs about thirty pounds and has curly blond hair and thinks Im the coolest person ever.
Lindy raises an eyebrow.
Okay, I correct. She thinks Im the coolest person next to her mommy and daddy.
Will you kill me if I beg to hit the kids boutiques next?
No, I say, because my mind isnt really on shopping at the moment either. Except we cant leave without going to
Prada. I know. She gives a little nod of her head. Our destination is about half a block up and over, just past the crosswalk. Lets
The kind of stuff Id never done before. Not with any guy.
But I found out at the same time that the rest of the viewing public did that we were dating, but not yet locked into any sort of commitment. His words, not mine. And that was news to me, let me tell you. Painful, humiliating news.
Hed been onLetterman at the time, so thats what? Umpty-million viewers? And when Letterman askedin his oh-so-Letterman wayif Blake was waiting for something better to come along, hed laughed uncomfortably and got this little-boy-lost look. Hoo boy, Letterman had said. Devis got a drifter on her hands.
The next week, guess what theEntertainment Weekly headline was? And two points to you if you guessed Hoo Boy. Blakes a Devil.
I mean, come on!
He didnt mean it, and you know it, Lindy says. Letterman put him on the spot, and he said something stupid. And now youre punishing you both because he ran off at the mouth. The boy was acting under the influence of Elliot. Obviously he was spouting nonsense.
That makes me laugh, but I try to stifle it.
So youre telling me that the exact instant you found out about it, you fell out of love with him?
I stop, my arms crossed over my chest, and stare her down. Weve reached Dalton Way, where the curve of Via Rodeo meets up with Rodeo Drive. Around us, well-dressed tourists glide past, along with some well-heeled locals. I catch a glimpse of someone who looks remarkably like Paris Hilton making a beeline toward Gucci. She sees us and waves. Duh. Itis Paris.
Im not saying you should have forgiven him, she says, oblivious to the fact that were only yards away from a power shopper. Im just saying that you didnt react to what he did or to what he was feeling. You looked atyou. You learned that he wasnt ready to put a ring on your finger, and suddenlyyou decided thatyou were totally wrong to have fallen in love with him in the first place.
God, I say, suitably awed. No wonder youre a lawyer.
She shoots me the finger and continues walking. I hurry to catch up, my mind in a whirl. To a certain extent shes right, and I know it. But what she doesnt understand is that I had no choice. I couldnt just sit there, knowing how he felt, and wait for the other shoe to drop. That would make me the victim in our little love story, and that simply wasnt a role I could play again. Not ever.
Lindy slows down enough to look hard at me. Just give the guy a second chance, okay?
I think about the way he looked in my trailer doorway earlier today, the soft light from the early afternoon sun filtering around him. Ill think about it, I say. But dont place any bets on it yet. Good looks are one thing, but he hurt me to the core.
Thats all I ask, she says.
I dont even know why were talking about Blake, anyway, I say. Were here for shopping, and he was always lousy at that.
Its an X-Y thing, she says, and I roll my eyes. She lets out a breath of air, then turns to scope out the street. Im becoming old and pathetic, she announces. Theres not one store here that has something I want.
You are old and pathetic, I say with a laugh. But I love you anyway. And I know exactly what your problem is, too. She weighs about thirty pounds and has curly blond hair and thinks Im the coolest person ever.
Lindy raises an eyebrow.
Okay, I correct. She thinks Im the coolest person next to her mommy and daddy.
Will you kill me if I beg to hit the kids boutiques next?
No, I say, because my mind isnt really on shopping at the moment either. Except we cant leave without going to
Prada. I know. She gives a little nod of her head. Our destination is about half a block up and over, just past the crosswalk. Lets
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