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#21 Posted on 18.1.02 1752.25 Reposted on: 18.1.09 1900.49
Here's part 21 from last week- as I had to write a jillion pages for the DVDVR 133. I'm hoping to do part 22 tonight. ----------------
Alex's face lit up as Sheila opened the door. He had been in an odd mood and the trip out of his 75 Gran Marquis onto the three steps of Sheila's building's porch, up the circling steps to the third floor of her apartment in this beautifully restored Victorian house was one where he was filled with a scary amount of elation. It was scary because he couldn't shave it or tone it down. Al couldn't handle unadulterated emotion in his life and eventhough it was a blissful feeling, he could never be happy in a moment and ride it out. he would worry about consequences when reality cut the feeling back. It was the feeling he had quickly developed for Sheila- it scared him because he couldn't get a grasp of it. Al didn't really have self-esteem problems. He knew that he was worthy of love and had been in love a few times- but he never figured that a woman like Sheila would come along. It wasn't that Sheila was his ideal woman, it was just that Sheila was so pretty and cool and so out of nowhere suddenly. It was better than his ideal. Al thought that if she were his ideal, it would be kinda masturbatory of him to sleep with her. This was outside of his preconceived notions of what he wanted. All he knew was that he wanted her severely for some reason he couldn't quite comprehend- and that she was outside the archtype of what he looked for and what he fantasized about.
"Hey, you all set?" He could see that she had a very college educated single female apartment, with books stacked neatly but too numerous to actually be organized in a coherent fashion. She had the Beatles poster with the Fab Four on the stoop AND the Who Maximum R&B poster- a first that he had seen.
"Cool. Shaaaaall we..?"
They descended the staircase and spilled out into the street, smiling at each other as each tried to make the other comfortable with the new situation. Al opened Sheila's door for her and gestured grandly as she laughed. Al couldn't hide his giddiness and Sheila's encouragement was all he could ask for. Al started the car and finally felt that he could discuss the plans of the evening further.
"We don't have to go to Sizzler if you don't wanna. Wherever you wanna go is a-okay with me. I know it was you're idea but don't feel like..."
"Sizzler is fine. I'm kinda excited about going there again. I haven't been there since I was in high school. We'd always go after church."
"No way! We did the same thing but it was WESTERN Sizzlin'. A site specific gerund for a name. Faaaaaar different."
"I'd always get the pepper steak with green peppers and onions. I would never get anything else for some reason."
"Golly, I would always get that- but smothered in mushrooms and gravy..."
"Well, let's definately go crazy there tonight. Maybe I'll go with the mushrooms and gravy."
"Then I will definately go with the peppers and onions in honor of you, the prettiest girl in the world. We will have a grand time indeed..."
Sheila smiled and rifled through Al's tapes. "Oh, play this."
He didn't care what she wanted to hear or even if they slept together. whatever was cool with her was cool. Al was happy for a moment in his life.