He Thinks, She Thinks: A Night on the Town in Georgetown, Part 3
A five-part tale of “boy meets girl” – told from both perspectives – in swanky Georgetown.
Oh, no. She’s laughing at me. No, no, can’t be. She’s laughing at something someone said, one of her pretty friends.
“Stop being such a schmuck,” I say to myself.
“What are you talking about, Steve?”
“Huh? Oh … yeah, ah no, not you, never mind.”
“You on something, dude?” Pete speaks up. Pete of all people.
“No, Pete, we’re not going downtown for some fun.”
He mocks a right hand to my jaw, and I play-act, staggering against the bar with enough “Star Trek”-esque chops that I get a response from not only my group but from others in the crowd as well.
“Where’s the casting director? Quick! Get me Marty on speed dial!” Phil screams.
Great, did the job, deflected suspicion, and yeah, they’re looking too and now talking to each other at the same time. Suddenly, this looks possible. Luckily, I’m feeling good, so this may turn out well.
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“Who are you looking at over there, dude?”
“That guy is such a spaz!” Mara screams.
“Yeah, but he’s kinda cute.”
“Really?” Jenny says, like she has room to talk. At least she’s showing signs of life. Ever since we left my apartment in DuPont to come to Georgetown, she’s been terribly difficult.
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“Yeah, he is,” Sue says. “Why don’t you go over and say hi, Danni?”
“Come on, girls. Let’s just get back to what we were talking about.”
“That’s who you’ve been looking at!” Mara exclaims like she’s found gold … or a sale at Coach. “That’s it, sistah!” She leans into me, coming dangerously close to spilling her vodka and cranberry.
I blush. “Come on, let’s talk about something else.”
“Awww, Danni’s got a crush!” Sue yells.
You actually have to yell to be heard in this place that’s pumping out a mix of Lady Gaga, the Rolling Stones and Mariah Carey. I also think I’ve heard Nirvana once, twice, three times a lady since I’ve been here: eclectic playlist to say the least.
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Jenny gives me a smile. Well, I’m glad something makes her happy. It’s better than that maudlin sea she’s been drowning in all night.
“Well, we don’t have to worry about it anymore, Mara,” Sue says, devil in her eye, looking down, eyes large. “Here he comes!”
“Batter up!” It’s Mara, gutsy as ever, turning to look at our pheromoner.
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