it was a house warming party where no one came.
"more beer for us" he said.
it gave clarity to the word gaudy.
plaster lions by the front door, dolphins represented in every imaginable medium, gold and silver knick knacks everywhere.
(my grandma's version of heaven.)
i was attracted to her before i met her.
she, the new roommate, adorned the walls. always hugging some guy. always a different guy.
maybe the evening wouldnt be a waste.
sit down with a bottle of beer (something to wash down my two glasses of wine) and talk to my co-worker. the new inhabitor of this super nice, but poorly decorated house.
then she walks in.
she is drunk.
she soon turns the lights down and her music up.
"the wheels in the sky keep on turning" on repeat.
she asks my name at least thirty times.
she is very drunk.
she asks me if i am a girl.
"you mean gay?"
she nods her head.
"it all depends on who is buying me dinner."
she laughs.
my co-worker's girlfriend gets embarrased.
the evening led to the apartment balcony where she and i smoked.
she talked. i nodded.
"whats your sign?
oh, that totally makes sense that your an aquarius. i am gemini. i felt this connection between us. when's your birthday? shut up! i cannot believe it! i have this huge thing with the number 23. especially january 23. can you believe it. isnt that crazy?"
she goes on. for two hours she goes on.
about how her dead sister watches over her. how she will watch over me now as well. her sister makes guys rich. her sister will cure my insomnia.
she tells me how she likes me because i am not "groping at her". she tells me sex is sacred and immortal. she needs signs that someone is "the one, the immortal" before she takes him to bed.
i wondered how many times she has met "the one".
i tell her that i dont believe in fate and am not too sure about love. she asks why, but keeps talking before i can answer.
she tells me that my birthday is a sign that i am "the one."
other signs are that i let her dog out after it was scratching at the door. knew the movie "school ties" and that she likes the way i move.
she asks me if i see any signs.
i do.
EXIT! DANGER! WRONG WAY!
i say that i dont know. i dont know what signs to look for.
she talks for another forty five minutes.
if she wasnt so attractive i would have run away. instead i stayed to watch the end of whatever movie i missed.
i was tempted to hold her hand.
not because i liked her.
but just because i could.
i left the apartment and walked the half block back to my car.
still not believing in fate.
still unsure of love.
and, sadly, even more unsure of why i am even telling this story or how to make it funny.
12:47 p.m. - 2005-09-17
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