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I'll drink to that!
May. 22nd, 2006 08:33 amLast night Carly told me she'd like me to meet her new guy after things have settled between them.
"You just have to promise not to steal him from me," she said. Referring to a series of conflicts that split our friendship in junior high.
"Carly, I have never knowingly gotten involved with anyone you liked."
I almost told her that when I called things off with Jack I'd encouraged him to pursue her because I knew she was interested. They were together for a number of extremely unhappy years. He ended up being schizophrenic and died when he slipped, hit his head, and drowned in the shower. She wasn't with him anymore by the time that all came out, but it was still incredibly sad.
"That's okay, he's not your type anyway," she said.
"Not my type?" I joked. "He's landed gentry! I've been waiting for a gentleman farmer all my life!" I added that we might wear the same shoe size, because he's short and we'd already discussed a fellow student who used to wear my 3" clogs to rounds. She laughed.
"What is my type?" I finally asked. She's not met any of my boyfriends since I left high school.
"I don't know, except that it's probably different than what you think it is," she said.
I agreed. "Yes, no more narcissists!" I offered it as a toast.
"And no more alcoholics," she added, meeting my toast.
"Which means no more bartenders!" I said. (Eating out with her can be painful because between the two of us we are virtually guaranteed to know SOMEONE who works at the restaurant.)
"Or bus boys!" she added.
"Hey, he's a waiter now!" I objected. But to get into the spirit of things I added, "Or pot heads."
"To the professional class," she said. This guy is a lawyer after being an engineer.
"To landed gentry," I joked.
"To your gentleman farmer," she said. "May he hurry up because I don't want to feel guilty for leaving you the only single person of my acquaintance."
"Why are we toasting future dates?" I asked. "Why not toast ourselves."
"To our future happiness," she said.
"I'll drink to that," I said.
And we did.
"You just have to promise not to steal him from me," she said. Referring to a series of conflicts that split our friendship in junior high.
"Carly, I have never knowingly gotten involved with anyone you liked."
I almost told her that when I called things off with Jack I'd encouraged him to pursue her because I knew she was interested. They were together for a number of extremely unhappy years. He ended up being schizophrenic and died when he slipped, hit his head, and drowned in the shower. She wasn't with him anymore by the time that all came out, but it was still incredibly sad.
"That's okay, he's not your type anyway," she said.
"Not my type?" I joked. "He's landed gentry! I've been waiting for a gentleman farmer all my life!" I added that we might wear the same shoe size, because he's short and we'd already discussed a fellow student who used to wear my 3" clogs to rounds. She laughed.
"What is my type?" I finally asked. She's not met any of my boyfriends since I left high school.
"I don't know, except that it's probably different than what you think it is," she said.
I agreed. "Yes, no more narcissists!" I offered it as a toast.
"And no more alcoholics," she added, meeting my toast.
"Which means no more bartenders!" I said. (Eating out with her can be painful because between the two of us we are virtually guaranteed to know SOMEONE who works at the restaurant.)
"Or bus boys!" she added.
"Hey, he's a waiter now!" I objected. But to get into the spirit of things I added, "Or pot heads."
"To the professional class," she said. This guy is a lawyer after being an engineer.
"To landed gentry," I joked.
"To your gentleman farmer," she said. "May he hurry up because I don't want to feel guilty for leaving you the only single person of my acquaintance."
"Why are we toasting future dates?" I asked. "Why not toast ourselves."
"To our future happiness," she said.
"I'll drink to that," I said.
And we did.
