Elevator Girl

I finally emailed Michelle and asked her to lunch. I figured it would seem more casual to do it as a spur of the moment thing. So fifteen minutes after asking her, we were at the Houston’s in the mall having lunch.

I know this is going to seem like a shitty thing to say after my last post about my girlfriend telling me she loves me but I have decided that I love Michelle. I don’t know how I know, I just know.

It’s not that she’s mesmerized me with her beauty. I mean, she is beautiful. She has long, curly brown hair and an amazing smile. But it’s more than that. She’s so easy to talk to. I’m funny around her. I find myself liking myself when I’m with her (well, at least in my eighty minutes of interaction so far). It’s just a natural connection.

It’s exactly what I was talking about with Marny. With Marny everything is awkward. She doesn’t get my jokes. She doesn’t get me. With Michelle, we’re just on the same page without even trying.

Of course, there’s one problem. Well, two actually. Michelle was quick to mention her boyfriend.

“Hey, I love your suit. My boyfriend has almost the same exact one.”

I laughed. “Wow, only ten seconds into lunch and you already let the boyfriend bomb drop.”

She laughed.

I don’t care if this sounds incredibly lame but I’m going to marry her one day.

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2 thoughts on “Elevator Girl”

  1. You’re smart enough to give great advice to an actress/waitress, but you don’t know how terribly wrong it is to have lunch with some girl right after your girlfriend told you that she loves you? Wait…you wrote that it was “sh*tty”, so you DO know it’s wrong! That leaves only one conclusion: you’re an a**hole.

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