Friday, August 8, 2008

Sorry 'Bout That! - You Owe Me One part 2

Here's a continuation of the post from yesterday - an instance in which I write of not owing an apology to someone but instead someone owing me one!

I mentioned the situation to my confidant, David Ritchie, as we were out cruising one night.

"She isn't my girlfriend," I insisted.

"Ha!" David slapped his hand on his knee and waited for me to elaborate. I said nothing. "She isn't?" he continued after the pause.

"No."

"No?" He reached above and clicked on the overhead passenger compartment light. In an exaggerated motion he leaned forward and turned toward me, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. From the corner of my eye I saw his fox-like grin.

I kept my eyes on the road and tightened my grip on the wheel to emphasize I was attempting to drive in a safe manner. I refused to get locked into his line of sight. "No," I stated flatly.

"No?" David edged closer.

"Do you want me to stop so you can take off one of the radiator hoses and beat me? The flashlight's in the glove compartment if you want to shine that on me, too." I grinned.

"Oh, so Amy isn't your girlfriend, eh?"

"No, not really. Not like, well, you know."

"Then what is she?"

"I mean, we see each other," I shrugged, "but it's not like we don't see other people."

"Do you see other people?"

"That's not the point. We could."

"Sounds like a cop-out to me," David declared, leaning back in the seat. "You didn't have this idea until you met, uh.." He pointed his finger in the air. "Uh-"

"Susan."

"Susan. You didn't have this idea until you met her in the student store." He thrust an accusing index finger toward me. "Did you?"

"Yes we did," I countered, "we agreed on it before Susan even started working there. Before I saw this stuck-up looking girl in psych that day that I was all wrong about." We did, actually. Amy and I had discussed the matter and like on so many television sitcoms we agreed it would be all right to go out with other people. Like on so many sitcoms, would this get us into a mess? This was a cop-out, I knew, but I wouldn't admit it to David. No way.

"So does Amy know about Susan?"

"No." Before David could interrupt and increase my guilt, I cut him off. "Well, I might have mentioned it to her. I don't remember."

"You don't remember?"

"So? What's the big deal? It's not like I'm going to ask Susan to go out or anything. Why should I mention her? Besides, I think she has a boyfriend."

"Oh. This girl that you've been raving about ever since she started working with you, the one that is 'so very fine,' the girl who is so good looking 'it drives you crazy,' that's all it is? You aren't going to ask her out?"

"She has a boyfriend," I repeated.

"What's that got to do with anything?" David roared. His all-time favorite movie was "Patton." All was fair with him: love, war and everything else. Take no prisoners.

"I'm not going to move in on him." Does she have a boyfriend? It hadn't come up in our conversations and I was afraid to ask her. She never asked me if I had a girlfriend, either. Anyway, her boyfriend was kind of big. "Look. If she has a boyfriend, I'm keeping my distance. I'm not starting anything."

"Right." David shot back sarcastically. "What's that saying? Let your actions speak louder than-" He trailed off to let my conscience complete the sentence.

We had pulled into the parking lot of Bruno's Ristorante in Mar Vista. The conversation continued as we walked past the stained glass entry doors into the marbled lobby.

"Okay, I know I keep talking about her. She's beautiful, what can I say? And I admit I do feel guilty, even though Amy and I really have agreed we aren't exclusive. We really have," I emphasized. "But still I'm afraid to say anything. She's so nice and I don't want to hurt her feelings."

"Well then why'd you make an agreement like that in the first place? What would you do if she did this to you?"

"It's okay, really it is. I guess I'd feel kind of funny, but I'd be all right with it. Depending on who it is," I added with a laugh.

"Yeah, right." David pondered it all as we perused the menus.

"If you saw her, you'd know," was my final statement before I struggled to move to another topic.




I know this was another long post... I'll pick up with more next time. On another note.. David attended Hastings School of Law for a while but ended up not finishing. He sure interrogated me well enough that night. He should have kept up with his studies - he coulda been a contendeh.

I guess I should have written about the Olympics today, eh? Or a post about panda bears or used the word auspicious in some manner. Oh, well.

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