Monday, July 14th
“Wait.”
“What?”
“So let me try and understand this…”
“Must you?”
“I must.” He said, “Okay, so…she invited you in.”
“No, not technically.” Justin replied, “It was an I would invite
you in, BUT…”
“Uh huh…”
“And I said why rush a good thing? And I was right.” He said, “Dude,
I tried to call you last night .What the hell?”
“I was with Emma.” JC said, “She’s quite wild.”
“Quite wild? The girl needs to be put on a leash. What did you guys do?”
“We went and saw The Thrills at some underground club – her pick –
then we went to have desert and port at some after hours joint – my pick – then we went back to my place.”
He nodded slowly.
“Have you slept with her?”
“Who, Emma? No…we made out one time and one time only, but I haven't
had sex with her. Why?”
“Well, like I said, she’s wild.”
“Ooh lord she’s a wild one.” He laughed, “Can you walk
alright today?”
“It wasn’t that wild.”
Justin smiled, “You saw The Thrills? They kick ass; how was it?”
“They were awesome.”
“She have a good time?”
“She had a great time; in fact, we’re going out tonight to Marquee
or Suite 16.”
“Ahh.”
“How come you go out to dinner but I gotta hit a club?”
“That’s Emma; she’s all about the good time.”
“And what is Aubrey all about?”
“I haven't figured that out just yet; I’m close, though.” He
said with a small sigh.
“Eh, well, no need to rush a good thing.” JC teased, “You are
just not a man.”
“I don't wanna blow it.”
“I guess in a way you do have some sort of point…I guess you might
wanna build up a little anticipation, but…if you don't do it soon, well…we’re going to have more issues
than if you were sleeping with her to begin with.”
He rolled his eyes and picked at his salad, “I don't know why I ordered
a salad.”
“Where are you going tonight?”
“Her pick.”
JC laughed and sipped his beer, “Watch, she’ll pick, like, Indian
food.”
“I don't hate Indian—“
“You don't like it, that’s for sure.”
“That’s true, but for Audrey…I can tolerate that. I can definitely
tolerate that.”
JC laughed, “I smell the L word.”
“Lust?”
“Love, loser.”
“Oh, no, no…” he said, “Nu uh.”
“Okay, seriously, every time some one says Aubrey you like do the Tom Cruise
thing and grab some one…if there was a couch everywhere we’ve been today you would have jumped all over it. You're
just not yourself, man. Face it.”
“Shut up.”
“This is worse than when you met Anna.”
He laughed, “Hey, isn't it so ironic that I met Aubrey at Anna’s show?”
“That is pretty hysterical.”
“But I didn’t get her name or anything…and I thought about her
for like a week after the show, then I met Emma and I kinda lost her for a minute, then when I got back there she was, like
right in front of me. And I knew I knew her from somewhere…it’s like one of those weird things where you know
a person’s face but can't remember why or from where you know them. It’s just crazy how things can play out. And
you…you devil, hooking up with Emma.”
He laughed, “Pretty much. But it looks like I’m the only one who’s
scored recently.”
“And rightfully so; I’ll be honest, Emma is not that hard to bed.”
“Okay, so then why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t like her enough to get to that point.”
“Uh huh.”
“She’s too crazy for me.”
“She ain’t any crazier than Britney…or Cameron.”
“Well…Emma…she’s a dangerous crazy.”
“I love them dangerous and crazy,” JC said, “You like them safe
and crazy; it’s all one big pattern with you.”
“What’s wrong with patterns?”
“They're boring, that’s what’s wrong with them.”
He sighed, “I don't typically go for the same types of girls.”
“Yeah, you do.” JC argued, “Let’s do a little comparison,
shall we?”
“If we must.”
“Let’s compare…hmm…Britney, and say, Anna.”
“Britney and Anna. Okay.”
“Britney; blonde, cute, edgy. A freak in the bedroom. Kinda kinky.”
“Kinda kinky? No way!”
“Uh, yeah she is.” JC reminded, “She was all about the handcuffs.
She’s what Usher might refer to as a lady on the street but a freak in the bed, okay? Brit was okay, you know, she cheated,
whatever. Oh, that’s another thing. All of your ex girlfriends cheat. In fact, that is how they become your ex girlfriends.”
“Uh huh…”
“So, in comparing Britney to Anna, let’s look at Anna. Now, I had
only met Anna a handful of times but it doesn’t take more than a minute to tap into that girl’s crazy intensity.
She’s all about the art. From what you told me, I would have to say that she is equally edgy and freaky as Britney,
if not a little bit more.”
“Yeah, so…”
“Yeah, so, my point is that your radar beeps for all the same kinds of women.
I don't know why you didn’t hook up with Emma – she’s just the kind you like. Crazy and hot.”
“Well, one thing is for sure, Aubrey is not crazy. She’s hot, but
this girl is refined. She’s smart. She’s wealthy.”
“Okay, and while that’s all peachy and whatnot, you have to remember
that this is only going to be your second date, so let’s not get very comfortable, because we all know what happens
when the rose colored shades come off.”
“You're kind of pessimistic?”
“I’m just speaking the truth.”
“The truth is that I don't know why the hell I ordered a flipping salad
– for one, I don't really like salad that much. Secondly, I don't even like what is in this salad.”
“You're a freak.” JC said, “And another thing, one last little
tid bit to throw out.”
“What?”
“Most all of your previous had some kind of oral fixation.”
He laughed out loud, “For once you're right about something. Good for me,
though.”
“Well, yeah, obviously.” JC chuckled, “Whether it was smoking
or good old fashioned oral s-e-x…oh, hell yeah.”
He laughed, “I can tell you right now, though, Aubrey is not that type of
girl. Refined people just don't stoop to that level.”
“Of course not.” JC agreed, “Is she educated?”
“Oh, hell yeah she is.” He said, “She went to St. Constance
and then Wharton.”
“Wharton? Jesus. How much is she worth?”
“I didn’t ask.” He said, “But when I asked what her parents
did, she said that her great grandfather was the first to break into the stock market with oil or steel or something.”
“Hot damn,” JC said, “She must be worth millions, then.”
“We didn’t talk about money; just for like a half second.”
“Yeah, cause she knows you're worth tons.” JC reasoned, “Where
does she live?”
“Park Avenue.”
“Millionaire.” JC said, “Total millionaire.”
“That’s my educated guess, too.”
“Is she snotty?”
“No way; totally down to earth.”
“That’s good. Anna was high maintenance.”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Hey, hopefully this wont be yet another failed relationship; this could
be it for you.”
He nodded slowly, “Could be.”
*********
“Okay, so…second date.”
“Black. Black, definitely.”
Aubrey cocked her head to the side as she sifted through the portion of her closet
dedicated to dresses.
“Wait, where are you going?”
“Bungalow 8 for cocktails and then Bread for dinner.”
“Bread in Greenwich?” Ginny asked.
“Yes.”
“It’s so intimate there; very small. Nothing too fussy.”
“Maybe you're right; black seems like the right choice.” Aubrey said,
contemplating between a dark blue sparkly beaded Chloe frock or a short black Chanel dress.
“Go for the Chloe,” Ginny said, “The dark blue is amazing on
you.”
“What shoes?”
“The silver ones you have, to bring out the sparkles.” Ginny said,
“Who did this last night?”
“Emma.”
“Are you kidding? What did she try and put you in?”
She laughed, “Hah hah, very funny. I ended up going with that seafoam chiffon
dress…you know that really flowy Marc Jacobs dress.”
“Oh, I adore that frock.” Ginny said, “Hey, did I tell you I’m
going to Umbria with my parents next week?”
“No…that’s nice. Umbria is amazing this time of year.”
“I know, and then with the house right on the vineyard…I bet it’s
beautiful.” Ginny said, “White padlock bag.”
“I wasn’t even going to think twice about that.” She laughed,
coating her lip with a nude lip gloss. “I love this bag as if it were my child.”
Ginny giggled, “I gotta get out of here before loverboy makes his entrance.
It’s almost seven. Have a sweet time.”
“I’m sure I will.”
“Call me tomorrow with some details…nothing gets left out, do you
understand?” Ginny joked, hopping off the four poster bed onto the dark wood floor. “Enjoy yourself.”
She laughed, “I will. Do you want me to walk you out?”
“Nope…I know where the door is.” Ginny smiled, kissing her friend
on the cheek, “Ciao.”
She giggled, “Ciao.”
She clasped a delicate diamond bracelet on her wrist, then sprayed one mist of
Prada perfume onto her collarbone. She looked at herself in the vertical mirror in her closet and found herself very satisfied
with the outcome.
She loaded her bag with the essentials: gum (not that she ever chewed it in public;
disgusting), her wallet, checkbook, mini make up pouch, Sidekick and then her usual cell phone. She thought about throwing
a condom in but when she thought about it, she realized that their relationship wasn’t really headed down that road
just quite yet.
There came a knock at her door and she walked to get it. She opened the door and
smiled. “Hi. You're right on time.”
He laughed, “Of course I am; I worked extra hard to get here punctually.
You look beautiful.”
She grinned and pecked him on the lips, “You don't look too bad yourself.”
“So, tell me gorgeous, what is on the agenda for tonight?”
“Cocktails at Bungalow 8, then dinner at Bread.”
“Ahh, two places on my extreme favorites list.” He smiled, “Sounds
good. After you.”
She smiled and exited before him, locking the door with her adored white calfskin
padlock bag underneath her arm. “Ready?”
He nodded, “Ready.”
Kissing You
