That JC is a miracle worker. I look so much better.

I need to lose 30 pounds before Friday.

So I invite her over, her name's Cerise. Like the color.
"Oh, hi." It's one of those awkward things, do you just smile and nod, shake hands, oh, we're hugging. Okay.
I get the pizza and drinks and she talks for 2 and half hours about her work in a lesbian food co-op in Park Slope.

She's been reading early 19th century philosophers, Heidegger and Schopenhauer. "What are you reading right now?" "Um, I have a book on cleaning, one on mechanical and a cookbook."

"You need to expand your mind. Schopenhauer did not believe that people had individual wills but were rather simply part of a vast and single will that pervades the universe..." As I look at her I realize she's really not that attractive. Can I make out with her? Do I want to?
When she takes a breath I do the old yawning with my arms up and put my arm around her shoulder.

Pretty soon we're making out a little bit.

She goes out to make another round of drinks and I think she's really into me.

"Hi!"

We make out a little more on the front stoop.
And we go to bed.
We don't get very far when the phone rings. "I have to get that, it could be my gay boyfriend."
 
What is she doing?

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