Plus je connais les hommes, plus j'aime mon chien. Part II.
So, where did we leave off yesterday? Oh, that's right. Our Little Heroine was zipping up the 101 to Santa Barbara. She first made an hour-long detour at Summerland to relax on the beach there, and debated whether or not to indulge in fish tacos, but since she has an upset stomach due to all this angst she unfortunately had to forego them. Then, she meets up with her Fabulous Friend, who, being indeed fabulous, took her to an art exhibition opening, where they proceed to get drunk and gorge themselves on the marvelous hors d'oeuvres, and then it was onto a music festival, which, Bach being Bach, a little drawn out and overdone, but it was pleasant nonetheless sitting under the stars drinking champagne.
The next morning, over a scrumptious breakfast of homemade waffles with strawberries, they talk about the entire situation, and really, about how Ridiculous and Frustrating Stupidhead was being. Stupidhead and Our Little Heroine had just visited Fabulous Friend last weekend, and Fabulous Friend thought that they were just so cute together, and that he obviously cared about Our Little Heroine, so she wasn't quite sure where it all came from. Perhaps, Fabulous Friend suggested, it was because Stupidhead had never had to work at a relationship before, and didn't know what to do.
After an afternoon spent shopping and sunning on the beach (as a matter of fact, the title of these posts comes from a t-shirt Fabulous Friend picked up at while shopping, and it is also apparently (the beginning of) a rather well-known French quotation), Our Little Heroine decide that she didn't really want to wait a week in this state of turmoil, and that she and Stupidhead need to finish duking it out now.
So she calls him. Asks if he was free. He is, and she says she'll call again when she's closer to Los Angeles to find out where they can meet. Now, keep in mind, Our Little Heroine knows that she's dating a lawyer, and that he's much better at oral defense than she is, so she has a four-page letter all prepped and ready, key points underlined so that she wouldn't forget anything. She hugs Fabulous Friend goodbye, and pops back onto the 101 towards LA.
When she gets off the freeway, she calls Stupidhead.
She picks him up, and they decide upon a nearby indian restaurant for dinner. He plays with her hair during the drive over. She's just confused at this point. Then at dinner, he bandies around all these sentences that start with the word We.
So dinner is finally over, and they're back in the car. She doesn't really quite know what to expect at this point - will she just be dropping him off at his apartment, or will she be coming up? He answers that unspoken question quite nicely: "We should check out the stuff I bid on on Ebay." Then he up and tells the parking guard that she'll need an overnight parking pass so she can spend the night. Our Little Heroine rubs at an ear, maybe she's just gone delusional at this point. Didn't he just say the previous day that maybe it would be better if they ended their relationship? What's happening now?
Befuddled, she rather passively follows him back to his apartment. Maybe they'll talk there. They've gotta talk there.
But what happens? He checks his purchases on Ebay, so she goes into the living room and turns on the TV to this new great show on the WB that she hopes will be as good as Young Americans was, but prospects are dim. Really, she's just biding her time, waiting for him to be done with his damn auctions so they can talk. Finally, he comes out, and instead of actually starting a discussion, he sits down next to her and cuddles. Cuddles. Can we say flummoxed? Because that's the state she's in right now. Then after some nuzzling and caressing, he gets up and irons a shirt for work tomorrow, all the while chattering away. And then he gets ready for bed, because he has to be up at 6AM the next morning.. and not knowing what else to do, she dumbly follows suit, because what else can be done? He's going to bring it up at some point, right? Maybe after he finishes taking a shower? Maybe when he's done brushing his teeth? Maybe when they're in bed? But no. He opens up his bedtime reading and pulls her close, and she falls asleep because yeah, she falls asleep at the drop of a hat.
Do I finish the story now? There's only a little left. But this is already long enough. So I'll string you all on for another day. After all, Our Little Heroine had to wait that long to get her questions answered.
The next morning, over a scrumptious breakfast of homemade waffles with strawberries, they talk about the entire situation, and really, about how Ridiculous and Frustrating Stupidhead was being. Stupidhead and Our Little Heroine had just visited Fabulous Friend last weekend, and Fabulous Friend thought that they were just so cute together, and that he obviously cared about Our Little Heroine, so she wasn't quite sure where it all came from. Perhaps, Fabulous Friend suggested, it was because Stupidhead had never had to work at a relationship before, and didn't know what to do.
After an afternoon spent shopping and sunning on the beach (as a matter of fact, the title of these posts comes from a t-shirt Fabulous Friend picked up at while shopping, and it is also apparently (the beginning of) a rather well-known French quotation), Our Little Heroine decide that she didn't really want to wait a week in this state of turmoil, and that she and Stupidhead need to finish duking it out now.
So she calls him. Asks if he was free. He is, and she says she'll call again when she's closer to Los Angeles to find out where they can meet. Now, keep in mind, Our Little Heroine knows that she's dating a lawyer, and that he's much better at oral defense than she is, so she has a four-page letter all prepped and ready, key points underlined so that she wouldn't forget anything. She hugs Fabulous Friend goodbye, and pops back onto the 101 towards LA.
When she gets off the freeway, she calls Stupidhead.
OLH: I'm at Laurel Canyon, where are you?So already, this isn't going as she had anticipated. She has this letter that she wants to get out! And now! But she's not gonna bring it up first; she's gonna wait and see what kind of hijinks he's up to.
S: I'm at the Farmer's Market and about to get dinner. Have you eaten yet?
OLH: Uhh. No.
S: Do you want to get dinner?
OLH: Okaaaay.
She picks him up, and they decide upon a nearby indian restaurant for dinner. He plays with her hair during the drive over. She's just confused at this point. Then at dinner, he bandies around all these sentences that start with the word We.
We should see the new Harry Potter movie.We We We. At this point, Our Little Heroine is positively bemused. She doesn't know what to say. It was like the fight had never happened, that it had just been a bad dream. And she'd bring it up, but a restaurant is no place to have such a discussion.
We should go back to that comedy club we went to two summers ago.
We should see the Stepford Wives movie when it comes out.
We shouldn't make Katie mad, we want to go to her beach house after all.
So dinner is finally over, and they're back in the car. She doesn't really quite know what to expect at this point - will she just be dropping him off at his apartment, or will she be coming up? He answers that unspoken question quite nicely: "We should check out the stuff I bid on on Ebay." Then he up and tells the parking guard that she'll need an overnight parking pass so she can spend the night. Our Little Heroine rubs at an ear, maybe she's just gone delusional at this point. Didn't he just say the previous day that maybe it would be better if they ended their relationship? What's happening now?
Befuddled, she rather passively follows him back to his apartment. Maybe they'll talk there. They've gotta talk there.
But what happens? He checks his purchases on Ebay, so she goes into the living room and turns on the TV to this new great show on the WB that she hopes will be as good as Young Americans was, but prospects are dim. Really, she's just biding her time, waiting for him to be done with his damn auctions so they can talk. Finally, he comes out, and instead of actually starting a discussion, he sits down next to her and cuddles. Cuddles. Can we say flummoxed? Because that's the state she's in right now. Then after some nuzzling and caressing, he gets up and irons a shirt for work tomorrow, all the while chattering away. And then he gets ready for bed, because he has to be up at 6AM the next morning.. and not knowing what else to do, she dumbly follows suit, because what else can be done? He's going to bring it up at some point, right? Maybe after he finishes taking a shower? Maybe when he's done brushing his teeth? Maybe when they're in bed? But no. He opens up his bedtime reading and pulls her close, and she falls asleep because yeah, she falls asleep at the drop of a hat.
Do I finish the story now? There's only a little left. But this is already long enough. So I'll string you all on for another day. After all, Our Little Heroine had to wait that long to get her questions answered.
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