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Nov
17th
I
wish Jenny hadn't
talked me into lying
about my occupation.
What am I going to
do? It almost spoiled
what has been the
most perfect day for
me EVER.
This
is how it was supposed
to go:
Scene
INT.
RESTAURANT. DAY
Jenna and Jeff
are seated in a restaurant.
Jenna looks thin and
gorgeous and Jeff
can't take his eyes
off her. They are
enjoying their meal
and talking animatedly.
The waiter brings
coffee and Jenna leans
in with a serious
expression on her
face.
Jenna: Jeff, I've
got something to tell
you. You know how
weird these blind
date things are, well
you know how sometimes
you fib just for a
bit of fun because
you don't know the
person and you figure
it won't do any harm?
Jeff:
(smiling ruefully)
Yeah, you want the
other person to like
you or you want to
make yourself seem
better than you are
so you fudge a little...
Jenna:
(toying with a coaster,
takes a deep breath)
Jeff, I'm not a doctor.
I didn't want to go
out on the date and
I needed an excuse
to be called away
just in case everything
didn't work out. A
doctor seemed to be
the perfect cover.
I'm so sorry.
Jeff
looks shocked as Jenna
looks away in shame.
Everything seems lost
until Jeff breaks
the silence with a
laugh.
Jeff:
You! You're incorrigible!
You nut!
Jenna
looks up surprised
as Jeff pulls her
close. They kiss passionately.
Jeff:
(murmurs sexily) Anyway,
It's not your profession
that interests me.
Cut
to:
INT.
BANQUET HALL. EVENING
Jenna
and Jeff are celebrating
their 50th wedding
anniversary. Jeff
is telling the story
of their second date
and the room explodes
with laughter.
End
Yeah,
well, it didn't go
that way at all. We
did have a great time,
I did look gorgeous,
he couldn't take his
eyes off me but that's
where the script took
a U-turn.
He
told me a bit about
himself but to be
honest it was hard
to listen because
I was too busy running
my lines in my head.
(I think he's an importer/exporter
or exporter/importer
or immigrant or something--I
know it involves customs)
when we finally got
to the coffee. I dove
right in. I very,
very casually said
"Jeff, have you
ever told a little
white lie, a fib,
to make yourself look
better than you are?"
I
almost jumped to my
"Jeff I'm not
a doctor" line
because it took me
a second to process
what he said. Which
was (word for word
it is sooooo burned
into my memory):
"No,
absolutely not. Call
it a white lie, call
it a fib--it is still
a lie and I detest
liars. Liars are the
worst kind of thieves
because they steal
the most important
thing of all-trust."
And
then I said. "Oh,
I sooooo agree with
you."
We
then went to Kensington
Market and tried on
hats. He had to got
to a meeting so we
couldn't spend the
evening together,
but I had the absolute
best day of my life.
Ohhhhhhhh.
So
now what do I do?
I really, really,
really, really REALLY
like him.
Stupid
Jenny and her stupid
ideas.
Well
one thing I know for
sure. I can't go on
living a lie, that's
just not me. I have
way too much integrity.
I will find the courage
from somewhere deep
inside. It can't go
on like this.
Nov
20
I'm
going out with Jeff
for dinner after work
Thursday. He's picking
me up at the hospital.
Ohhhhhhh.
Nov
21
Ooooo!
Stanley, the guy who
responded to my personal
ad sent me a picture.
HE IS GORGEOUS.
I
was going to send
him an email telling
him I that I met someone,
but when I saw the
picture....oh God!
He looks EXACTLY like
George Clooney who
I never personally
found attractive because
I knew I didn't have
a hope in hell of
landing him. But now
that a lookalike is
in my grasp...well
I was going to tell
him that it wasn't
possible to meet with
him because I'm involved,
but instead I told
him I'm going to Aruba
for a week. That will
give me some time.
I
spoke to Jenny and
told her my dilemma.
She said that I had
to be honest with
Jeff. (Easy for her
to say Tim still thinks
she's a hand model.)
We got into an argument
about whose idea it
was to lie. I gently
explained to her that
this was the kind
of thing she did.
She lies as a way
to avoid the truth.
It is a problem she's
had for a long time.
We went back and forth
back and forth until
I told her my bath
was running over just
to get her off the
phone.
Nov
22
Whew,
a couple of close
calls but all in all,
it went well.
I
told him to pick me
up in the lobby of
the hospital. St.
Michaels was the first
hospital that popped
into my mind but I'd
only been to St. Michael's
once before so I couldn't
even find the lobby.
I ended up roaming
around the emergency
with the result I
was late. He was at
the desk asking where
for me when I finally
arrived.
I
quickly went up to
the reception area
and thank God the
woman was wearing
a name tag. "I
said it's OK Nancy,
I'm right here!"
and led him away.
I'm
so glad that he didn't
see Nancy's face when
I called over my shoulder
"Sweetie, have
them page me if Mrs.
Adams has any complications."
A
very close call. He
wanted to see my office
but I told him it
was being sterilized.
We
had a wonderful dinner
and after it I invited
him back to my place.
When
he walked in he looked
really surprised and
said "Funny,
this isn't how I pictured
your place."
I looked around and
realized that my stupid
apartment with it's
stupid purple walls
doesn't look like
an apartment a gynecologist
would live in so I
told him I am staying
with a friend while
my house is being
redecorated.
One
more lie and this
boat is going to sink.
On
the brighter side,
we had the most romantic
evening I've ever
had. We talked then
smooched, and talked
and smooched, and
smooched and smooched
and SMOOCHED. Jeff
is AMAZING! He knows
exactly what to say,
what to do. He is
sooooo funny and sweet
and kind and handsome
and oh, I could fall
for him. I could fall
for him hard.
He
didn't stay over because
he had a breakfast
meeting and I was
relieved. If he'd
dropped me off at
the hospital it would've
taken three buses
to get to work.
Oh,
God he is incredible!
Oh God, what am I
going to do?
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