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Ыоуве Been Warned :: Patterson James
Страница: 34 из 138Or maybe because I know what they would say – “Be careful, Kristin; you could really get hurt” – and I don’t want to hear it. Especially because they could be more right than I’m willing to admit.
So I keep Michael to myself. From time to time I tell the girls about having a few dates with some made-up guy. The script is always the same: he seems so promising at first and then turns out to be a loser of one kind or another. At no point do Beth and Connie question my continuing bad luck with men because such is life for a single girl in Manhattan.
Or is that true everywhere? It was definitely that way for me in Boston.
“What can I get you this evening?” asks our waiter, almost sneaking up on us. He’s dressed in black, head to toe.
The three of us order a small feast, and when it arrives everything is delicious. At least, I’m pretty sure it is. With all the drinks we’re also having, my taste buds are getting a little numb.
And I’m starting to get buzzed.
Soon there’s no recurring dream, no weird pictures in my darkroom, and no guilt over Michael and me in the laundry room this morning.
“C’mon,” says Connie, “the night is still young and so are we. This is Kristin’s night!”
We head from the restaurant over to the Luna Lounge on Ludlow Street and check out a band called Johnny Cosine and the Tangents that Beth read about in the Village Voice. What a riot! Four guys who look as if they met in their high school math club. They wear nerdy clothes and pocket protectors, and play these great, silly songs like “Slide Rule Love” and “I Think You’re Acute.”
Connie, Beth, and I dance and laugh hysterically together, having an absolute blast. It’s nights like this that remind me how truly wonderful this city is and that, damn it, I am young and I have great friends!
“Don’t look now,” says Beth with an elbow to my ribs, “but I think that guy’s checking you out.”
Chapter 26
I TURN AND SEE HIM immediately. He’s sitting at the bar, staring directly at me.
Instinctively, I look away. I don’t think it’s anything about him, just the circumstances of the past couple of days.
“See what I mean?” says Beth with a playful smile. She spins around, her arms swaying to the music. “I’ll leave you two alone! He’s cute, Kristin. Remember, this is your night.”
I turn back to the guy, and our eyes lock. He’s nicely toned, with a chiseled face and long blond hair tied in a ponytail. He could be European – French, perhaps. Then again, he could be from SoHo. Or Portland, Oregon. It’s hard to tell these days.
So I keep Michael to myself. From time to time I tell the girls about having a few dates with some made-up guy. The script is always the same: he seems so promising at first and then turns out to be a loser of one kind or another. At no point do Beth and Connie question my continuing bad luck with men because such is life for a single girl in Manhattan.
Or is that true everywhere? It was definitely that way for me in Boston.
“What can I get you this evening?” asks our waiter, almost sneaking up on us. He’s dressed in black, head to toe.
The three of us order a small feast, and when it arrives everything is delicious. At least, I’m pretty sure it is. With all the drinks we’re also having, my taste buds are getting a little numb.
And I’m starting to get buzzed.
Soon there’s no recurring dream, no weird pictures in my darkroom, and no guilt over Michael and me in the laundry room this morning.
“C’mon,” says Connie, “the night is still young and so are we. This is Kristin’s night!”
We head from the restaurant over to the Luna Lounge on Ludlow Street and check out a band called Johnny Cosine and the Tangents that Beth read about in the Village Voice. What a riot! Four guys who look as if they met in their high school math club. They wear nerdy clothes and pocket protectors, and play these great, silly songs like “Slide Rule Love” and “I Think You’re Acute.”
Connie, Beth, and I dance and laugh hysterically together, having an absolute blast. It’s nights like this that remind me how truly wonderful this city is and that, damn it, I am young and I have great friends!
“Don’t look now,” says Beth with an elbow to my ribs, “but I think that guy’s checking you out.”
Chapter 26
I TURN AND SEE HIM immediately. He’s sitting at the bar, staring directly at me.
Instinctively, I look away. I don’t think it’s anything about him, just the circumstances of the past couple of days.
“See what I mean?” says Beth with a playful smile. She spins around, her arms swaying to the music. “I’ll leave you two alone! He’s cute, Kristin. Remember, this is your night.”
I turn back to the guy, and our eyes lock. He’s nicely toned, with a chiseled face and long blond hair tied in a ponytail. He could be European – French, perhaps. Then again, he could be from SoHo. Or Portland, Oregon. It’s hard to tell these days.