Her message flashed at the bottom of my screen. “Why don’t you just make something up?”
“Hmm…,” I typed back. “I don’t know about that.”
“Why not?” she wrote. “It could be the kind of thing where the blog is based in truth but that some details have been altered.”
It was Saturday night and I was supposed to be working on the Venice Book. Instead, I was Facebook messaging with Tina. Continue reading Wrapping It Up.
“So, what’s going on with Bradley?” Caitlyn asked, as she took a sip of Prosecco.
“Oh yeah,” Marlie said. “Weren’t you supposed to see him last weekend?”
It was the Friday before Valentine’s Day and we’d met for Happy Hour at one of our favorite Upper East Side spots. “I was,” I said, nodding. “But there was some confusion on it all…”
“What do you mean?” asked Caitlyn.
I sat back into the black leather couch and looked up at the pink chandelier that hung over our table. I took a deep breath. “Well, I thought we were getting together and then…” I shook my head. “He went on vacation to Mexico or something? I don’t know. It was weird.”
“Oh,” said Marlie, “Well, I’m sure you’ll hear from him.”
I took a sip of my Pacifico, which I’d settled for, as this bar doesn’t have Bud Light. I know, what kind of a place doesn’t have Bud Light? Continue reading Oh. Is it Valentine’s Day?
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“Guess what, RJ??” I said, as I skipped into his office.
He looked up from his computer. “What’s up, Trace?”
“Well, I know you like to be kept up-to-date on all things Blog,” I said, as I settled into his guest chair.
“That’s true,” he said. “I do.”
We both laughed then. RJ doesn’t read my blog. This is totally fine, of course. The one time he did, he randomly chose Sanity in Sweat, which is one of my more, um, personal and, er, embarrassing posts. After he’d read it, all he said was, “Wow. I didn’t realize you were such an avid reader.” And then, “And so hungover all the time.”
“Thanks!” I’d replied cheerfully.
He didn’t read any other posts after that.
It’s probably better that way. Continue reading A Brief Pause.
My first date with Bradley was on a Monday. That Thursday he followed up to see when we could get together again. He gave me three options: Brunch that Saturday Day, Drinks that Saturday Night or Brunch that Sunday Day.
I declined all three. Continue reading Ten Days.
“You clearly didn’t think this through, did you?” asked Archie.
“Noooo,” I said, shaking my head slowly. “No, I didn’t.”
He sighed.
“What’s going on? How was the date last night?” Lux appeared at my desk. She was holding a large Starbucks coffee and was still wearing her coat.
“The date was amazing,” Archie answered. “Like the best stranger first-date ever.”
“Really??” she asked. Her eyes were shining.
“Yes,” Archie continued. “They bonded over comedies from the 70s and their love of cheese and talked about her Fitbit and talked about their families and even have a lot of similar goals.”
“He even asked to see a picture of the cat,” I said sadly.
“And he’s totally allergic and doesn’t like them. So that’s a big deal,” Archie said. He took a sip from his own large Starbucks coffee.
I looked down at my thumb and picked at the smudged polish. “He said he’d just take Claritin.”
Lux shook her head. “So I don’t get it. What’s with the face? This is all great!”
“He’s asked her out again and sent his personal email.”
“And?”
“It’s – ” Archie started.
“It’s got his full name in it,” I broke in, pointing at my laptop screen, which displayed Bradley’s message.
“Oh good,” she said. “Did you google him?”
“Of course I did.” I rolled my eyes at her. “And he’s exactly who he says he is.”
“That’s the problem,” said Archie.
The realization set in and the mood darkened.
“Oooh,” she breathed. “And you can’t send him your email because it has your last name and he’d google you and see the blog.”
“Exactly,” Archie said with resignation.
Continue reading Date Three. Part Two.
“Are you going to do a statement lip?”
“Well, considering I don’t even know what that means, I think the answer is no.”
“Okay,” Lux said, as she pulled up a variety of nail polish images on her office laptop. “From what you’ve told me about your outfit, here are some choices of what I think you should wear.”
“You have a whole Pinterest board just for nails?” I asked.
“Of course!” she exclaimed.
“I think I like that one,” I said and pointed to a deep purple shade.
“Good choice,” she said, nodding. “Very popular for Winter.”
I sat back in my chair and sighed. “God, I hate getting manicures. I was supposed to do it yesterday but I blew it off.”
She was wide-eyed. “Why would you hate getting manicures?”
“Because I hate strangers rubbing my hands with all that lotion and they clip your cuticles and the filing noise makes my teeth hurt and it’s all just so gross!” I shuddered. “And not to mention, then you have to sit there for 10 minutes while your nails dry and you can’t touch anything, not even flip through a magazine, and it’s so supremely a waste of time and SO BORING.” Continue reading Date Three. Part One.
“Hi Bradley – I’m so sorry but I think it might be best if we reschedule. I’m home sick from work today and I’m not sure how I’ll be feeling tomorrow. The last thing I want to do is think I’ll feel better and then cancel last minute and waste your time. Is there any evening you are available next week?”
And then I wrote something which I thought was cute and charming. I’m not going to put it here, just in case it wasn’t so cute and charming after all. I don’t want to know. Continue reading Sorry Fellas.
Usually I hate it when bloggers devote an entire post to speak directly to their audience. Nine times out of ten, it’s to sell something or ask for donations or beg people to share/repost their site or something equally annoying. I’ll roll my eyes and click out immediately, sighing in judgement. I’m a bit more sympathetic now as, having seen a little of the (surprisingly extensive and brutal) world of blogging, I more understand it. But still, I don’t like it.
Today, I am breaking my own rule. Continue reading Breaking the Fourth Wall.
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