Hot damn!
“Am I too late for the sex?” I heard as I sat facing my computer last night. The voice startled me - its familiarity not so familiar these days - and it took me a moment before I spun around. John Pudlak smiled at me from my doorway.
“Oh my God! OH MY GOD! What are you doing here?! I just talked to you yesterday! You left me that message wishing me a good rest of the semester and promising we’d talk over break. Did you come to sign a lease?”
“Nope.”
“No? I’m so excited! Wait, then why are you here?”
“Pretty much to surprise you.”
I was so excited to see John. I think I told him that 80 times or so within five minutes - in between “Oh my God” and “You don’t know how much I needed this.” Apparently a ton of people knew about him visiting but were under orders to “not let Rachel find out.” I know this because everybody I saw this morning asked, “So, did you like your surprise?”
“I was going to wait until tomorrow to see you, but I couldn’t and I was bored. And what do I do when I’m bored?” he asked, implying that I finish the prompt.
“Come to my room!”
The visit was short - about a half an hour - but it felt like nothing had changed. Like he still lived across the lobby and had just come over to avoid work or to see if I wanted some milk. We didn’t even need to catch up, really. Everything just resumed as we carried on. I gave him a pack of neon-colored straws and laughed when he lost one in his Pepsi.
“It’s so good to see you, hunny. You look great,” he said. “It’s those glasses.”
UPDATE
I came home today, and resting on my PowerBook's keyboard was a DVD of "Lewis Black: Unleashed."
I had almost forgotten that a surprise awaited me (and I only knew that much because I called Sio at noon and John was there with her). The conversation was as follows:
S: John says to tell you there's a surprise for you in your room. It's not a penis.
R: Then what do I want it for? Is it a new vibrator?
J: No.
S: Jesus Christ, John, if it won't give her an orgasm, then she doesn't want it.
J: It will. Or it'll be pretty damn close.
R: If I come home to anything other than a penis, a vibrator or milk, I'm going to be mighty disappointed.
So, maybe it wasn't one of the three, but for this girl, stand-up comedy featuring a (sexy) New York Jew came "pretty damn close."
“Oh my God! OH MY GOD! What are you doing here?! I just talked to you yesterday! You left me that message wishing me a good rest of the semester and promising we’d talk over break. Did you come to sign a lease?”
“Nope.”
“No? I’m so excited! Wait, then why are you here?”
“Pretty much to surprise you.”
I was so excited to see John. I think I told him that 80 times or so within five minutes - in between “Oh my God” and “You don’t know how much I needed this.” Apparently a ton of people knew about him visiting but were under orders to “not let Rachel find out.” I know this because everybody I saw this morning asked, “So, did you like your surprise?”
“I was going to wait until tomorrow to see you, but I couldn’t and I was bored. And what do I do when I’m bored?” he asked, implying that I finish the prompt.
“Come to my room!”
The visit was short - about a half an hour - but it felt like nothing had changed. Like he still lived across the lobby and had just come over to avoid work or to see if I wanted some milk. We didn’t even need to catch up, really. Everything just resumed as we carried on. I gave him a pack of neon-colored straws and laughed when he lost one in his Pepsi.
“It’s so good to see you, hunny. You look great,” he said. “It’s those glasses.”
UPDATE
I came home today, and resting on my PowerBook's keyboard was a DVD of "Lewis Black: Unleashed."
I had almost forgotten that a surprise awaited me (and I only knew that much because I called Sio at noon and John was there with her). The conversation was as follows:
S: John says to tell you there's a surprise for you in your room. It's not a penis.
R: Then what do I want it for? Is it a new vibrator?
J: No.
S: Jesus Christ, John, if it won't give her an orgasm, then she doesn't want it.
J: It will. Or it'll be pretty damn close.
R: If I come home to anything other than a penis, a vibrator or milk, I'm going to be mighty disappointed.
So, maybe it wasn't one of the three, but for this girl, stand-up comedy featuring a (sexy) New York Jew came "pretty damn close."