I was thinking of some of the things I’ve written and wanted to drop an excerpt here from a semi written story. I’m probably half way to two-thirds finished with it. I keep telling myself I’ll jump back into it but every time I try I stare at the page and nothing comes to me. I did lose the muse who was the inspiration for it so that’s probably got my head in knots.
Anyways, this is towards the beginning. The two main characters, the narrator and the object of his affection, are on a phone date. They work together but through different companies in the same town. They’ve never met but she’s decided to save him from a night alone on New Year’s Eve watching the movie New Year’s Eve.
The movie restarted and we both hit play at the same time. I could hear her making the Netflix sound as if she were hitting her own set of drums. We were going on as if we had known each other for years and we had never even met.
The pizza came to the door with the cute girl. I didn’t even put the phone down. I gave her the just-a-minute finger and pulled out a $20 and closed the door without saying a thing to her as I was listening to Annie go off about how Bon Jovi should not be in movies and how he should rarely be allowed to sing. Which I then broke into a rendition of Livin’ On A Prayer, or at least the chorus because it was the only part of the song that I knew.
The movie ran on and neither of us stopped it. She set the phone done to run off for two minutes and thirty-four seconds which I assume was to use the bathroom but she wouldn’t confess.
“A lady never tells,” she proclaimed in a Queen Elizabeth voice.
By the time the credits rolled we had completely stopped paying attention to the movie for at least half an hour. We were talking about random things in our lives and making them seem as ridiculous as possible.
She was talking about her cat and how she was hoping to end up a cat lady one day. There was a reference to how she’s already got some long-term plans set up by walking up and down the halls of the building calling a cats name that doesn’t exist. She also said that for two weeks straight she went out and bought large bags of cat litter and carried them through the lobby making sure she was seen every day by someone. I laughed and called her full of shit.
“You did not!”
“Are you questioning the all mighty cat lady? My goal is to one day have my body found in my apartment four days after I’ve died and my multitude of cats slowly peeling the flesh from my bones as they eat me. I’ll have left a note declaring that I will be reborn as Cat-woman and have a saucy leather piece laid out neatly on the couch. You’ll see someday. You’ll all see.”
I would interject, “this is one of the rare cases where sexism isn’t fair to men. If I were to say something similar to that you would have hung up and probably asked to be transferred positions at work or at least warn the police about me. But you do it and it’s adorable.”
I could hear her shriek in protest, “adorable?! You obviously have no experience with crazy women, Evan. Crazy ex-girlfriends. Run of the mill stalker types. Give me a few weeks and I’ll be hiding outside in your bushes to make sure you’re not talking with your female neighbors. Just you wait.”
The conversation ran on like that with both of us offering ridiculous statements based on some truths. We would have talked even longer if both of us weren’t startled and yelled out at the same time, “what the hell?”
I looked through my window and saw the sky lit up with pink and blue lights. For a second I didn’t realize what it was and it dawned on me, we had talked right through New Year’s. The soft popping of fireworks could be heard through the window and the lights continued to brighten the dark sky. Annie was silent on her end of the phone, most likely doing the same thing I was. We watched the sky together from our own part of the city and sat in silence until she said softly on the other line.
“Happy New Year, Evan.”
“Happy New Year, Annie,” I said back in a smile.
“This was fun,” she said back.
“We’ll have to do it again some time. Maybe next time we might be in the same room.”
I laughed, “why ruin a good thing? We get along so well on the phone. It’ll be a long distance thing.”
She laughed back, “yeah. Good point. If it ain’t broke, right?”
“Well,” she said, “we made it into next year. I guess I’ll talk with you in a day or so.”
“Unless you’re bored and want to watch a movie again,” I said half jokingly but mostly seriously. I could hear her smile on the other end.