Over the weekend, Sanders was spotted canoodling a new love interest at aclub following SNL taping. Gatto hasn’t been seen sincethe alleged breakup, but she’ll be back in thepublic eye soon. She has standup shows on her schedulein the Big Apple at the end of the summer.
Chapter 31
Kitty
“If we want to think about my love life in terms of the Netflix and Channel 1 sensation, the Great British Bakeoff, Paul Hollywood would take one look at my little gingerbread house, stare it down with those piercing blue eyes, and say, ‘It looks a bit of a mess.’”
Laughs swelled. I was on stage at Caroline’s, one of my favorite clubs for stand-up.
“And it’s one of those cases where I’m someone who never should have been cast on this show. The show is fading from favor and they’re begging for contestants. Pandemic baking is over. Too many people stopped eating bread and enormous New York Times chocolate chip cookies and went back to diets and salads.”
More laughter. I held my body in the explanation posture.
“But Paul and Prue walk up to my bench, and they see a gingerbread house, not even made of proper gingerbread, mind you. It’s like half-raw brownie batter with no standing walls. Just frosting and ganache and cookie crumbles everywhere. But like, it tastes *great*.”
I waited for the laughter to die as I pulled my stool to the edge of the stage to do some crowdwork.
“Lots of couples in here tonight. Anybody on their first date?”
A couple in the second row raised their hands.
“Oooh, a fresh kill!”
I licked my chops and rubbed my hands together with crazy eyes.
“Let me just get the tough part out of the way for you two. Miss, do you fuck on the first date?”
She gave an iffy “maybe,” eyeing her date sidelong. “Depends on the person.”
“I hear you, mama. I hear you. And what about you, sir?”
His face went beet red. “Depends on the person.”
“Oh, that was slick, sir. She answered first and you just got to mirror her answer. Oooh, this ain’t his first rodeo.”
I reached in my back pocket and pulled out a condom, tossingit to them.
“Have fun tonight, kids, but lady, watch out with him. He’s a little too good.”
I scanned the faces looking back at me when I stopped on a very familiar face.
“Alright, hang on. I think we’ve got a rare opportunity here.”
I put my hand over the mic and leaned so my face was past the lights on the stage.
“Guy? Is that you?”
His smile gleamed in the dark and he nodded.
“Will you come up here? Yeah?”
He nodded and stood. I looked to our stagehand, Maurice.
“Maurice, can we get another mic up here? Ladies and gentlefolk, I have a special treat for you here tonight. Please welcome to the stage, star forward for the Seattle Sealpups and my ex-boyfriend, Guy Stelle!”
I pronounced his name the way everyone else does, not wanting to give away something so personal to us. Guy walked to the side of the stage and stepped up to whoops and applause. He wore a short-sleeved button-down and well-fitted jeans that showed off his athletic body. His long-ish hair was smoothed back and parted to the side. A few wavy strands fell out around his face. He looked, in short, as stunning as ever.
I welcomed him with a hug, and God, he smelled so good. Like him. He kissed my cheek to a quick “aww” from the crowd. I pulled the stool back and invited him to sit, and Maurice handed him the extra microphone. I rested my arm on his shoulder, propping my chin in my hand and looking at him.
