‘cause even though things are crazy, I still answer the A-list e-mails!” But I’d prefer audio recordings so I can hear that accent.
“I will keep that in mind,” he said. “Keep your head up Roms, good things are to come. Even if it’s bumpy at first.”
I knew he was talking about my book, but I applied his words to the realm of love, and I sure as hell hoped he was right.
I thanked him and after exchanging quick goodbyes, that was that . James was immediately replaced with my cat Tommy, who hopped up on my bed and settled into my lap, all eighteen pounds of his black and white furry self. When I said his name he started purring heavily. I wish I could make a guy do that. I stroked his fur as I tried to figure out this thing with James, this once-in-a-while contact in my life. At least last year when we’d e-mailed every day and talked on the phone, I was able to believe he was actually in my life. But now he was more like a ghost. Not a fatherly ghost like Bill Cosby in “Ghost Dad,” but more like a Patrick Swayze ghost in the movie...“Ghost.” Maybe one day we would sexily do pottery together, with “Unchained Melody” playing in the background.
Maybe not.
All I knew for sure was that a relatively harmless ghost was a good distraction from a very flesh and bones Erik Thomson. And so, if James and this book could keep my mind off of Erik ‘til I finally forgot him for good, then maybe it was okay as a therapy trade-off. It’s like drinking whisky to get off crack. Sign me up.
I returned my focus to the book and to Tommy, both of which would put me on the fast track to spinsterhood.
But first I need to be a good wingman…
***
Amy’s condo was right by the Harbor Front, so I thought it would be nice to walk it from Union Station. The calm sound of waves hitting the boats reminded me of a guy named Andrew from several years back. He was the office transfer from Boston in my previous job, the one who had told me he liked me but oops: he had a girlfriend back home. Wow, that sounds familiar . I could remember how we’d acted when he’d admitted he had a girlfriend. How we avoided each other so we didn’t break any rules. And then he left.
This made me think about how I’d been trying to forget Erik, and how he seemed to be doing the same about me . We had two mutual friends, but neither of us had tried to get in touch since my trip back in May. At first I’d thought this was the best thing for everyone involved, but now, as I walked along the lakefront and thought of Andrew...I wondered.
Andrew....Erik, is this what people do because of circumstances? They just give up? No
questions asked?
W here is my ghost-like James to distract me now?!
I was spared from any further dwelling on the past, when I turned on the next street and saw Amy’s building up ahead.
Time to get psyched for a night of fun!
***
I knocked on the door three times.
“Come in! ” said Amy from somewhere inside. I opened the door to find her scurrying out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel.
“I’m not late!” she said, from inside her bedroom now.
I rolled my eyes and a few seconds later I was standing in her tiny living room. Amy had decorated everything in a modern purple and black. It was colourful enough for a girl, and neutral enough to let a guy move in some day. Except that’s not what Amy wants.
I fou nd Eleanor on the couch looking totally hot, in her green ruffled tank-top and dark skinny jeans. Her brown hair was perfectly curled and fell a little past her shoulders. She nodded in my direction as she casually sipped a glass of red wine.
“You started without me,” I said.
“You’re Asian, you can’t keep up.”
I shrugged my shoulders . “Fair enough.”
“You look gorgeous by the way!” she said.
I spun around in my long strapless sequined navy top, paired with black tights and strappy matching sandals.
“ By the way don’t worry,” I said. “I was
“I will keep that in mind,” he said. “Keep your head up Roms, good things are to come. Even if it’s bumpy at first.”
I knew he was talking about my book, but I applied his words to the realm of love, and I sure as hell hoped he was right.
I thanked him and after exchanging quick goodbyes, that was that . James was immediately replaced with my cat Tommy, who hopped up on my bed and settled into my lap, all eighteen pounds of his black and white furry self. When I said his name he started purring heavily. I wish I could make a guy do that. I stroked his fur as I tried to figure out this thing with James, this once-in-a-while contact in my life. At least last year when we’d e-mailed every day and talked on the phone, I was able to believe he was actually in my life. But now he was more like a ghost. Not a fatherly ghost like Bill Cosby in “Ghost Dad,” but more like a Patrick Swayze ghost in the movie...“Ghost.” Maybe one day we would sexily do pottery together, with “Unchained Melody” playing in the background.
Maybe not.
All I knew for sure was that a relatively harmless ghost was a good distraction from a very flesh and bones Erik Thomson. And so, if James and this book could keep my mind off of Erik ‘til I finally forgot him for good, then maybe it was okay as a therapy trade-off. It’s like drinking whisky to get off crack. Sign me up.
I returned my focus to the book and to Tommy, both of which would put me on the fast track to spinsterhood.
But first I need to be a good wingman…
***
Amy’s condo was right by the Harbor Front, so I thought it would be nice to walk it from Union Station. The calm sound of waves hitting the boats reminded me of a guy named Andrew from several years back. He was the office transfer from Boston in my previous job, the one who had told me he liked me but oops: he had a girlfriend back home. Wow, that sounds familiar . I could remember how we’d acted when he’d admitted he had a girlfriend. How we avoided each other so we didn’t break any rules. And then he left.
This made me think about how I’d been trying to forget Erik, and how he seemed to be doing the same about me . We had two mutual friends, but neither of us had tried to get in touch since my trip back in May. At first I’d thought this was the best thing for everyone involved, but now, as I walked along the lakefront and thought of Andrew...I wondered.
Andrew....Erik, is this what people do because of circumstances? They just give up? No
questions asked?
W here is my ghost-like James to distract me now?!
I was spared from any further dwelling on the past, when I turned on the next street and saw Amy’s building up ahead.
Time to get psyched for a night of fun!
***
I knocked on the door three times.
“Come in! ” said Amy from somewhere inside. I opened the door to find her scurrying out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel.
“I’m not late!” she said, from inside her bedroom now.
I rolled my eyes and a few seconds later I was standing in her tiny living room. Amy had decorated everything in a modern purple and black. It was colourful enough for a girl, and neutral enough to let a guy move in some day. Except that’s not what Amy wants.
I fou nd Eleanor on the couch looking totally hot, in her green ruffled tank-top and dark skinny jeans. Her brown hair was perfectly curled and fell a little past her shoulders. She nodded in my direction as she casually sipped a glass of red wine.
“You started without me,” I said.
“You’re Asian, you can’t keep up.”
I shrugged my shoulders . “Fair enough.”
“You look gorgeous by the way!” she said.
I spun around in my long strapless sequined navy top, paired with black tights and strappy matching sandals.
“ By the way don’t worry,” I said. “I was
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