“I got a call from the studio today about a contract with them, and they couldn’t talk enough about how you talked them into hiring me in the first place, and how that was such a brilliant idea. How the fuck did you know who I was in order to get me that job? What did you do?”
Shit on a stick. This was something I knew could come back and bite me in the ass. I prayed it wouldn’t, but of course life was like “fuck you, Joel.”
“I had to see you again. I knew you were different.” I sighed, with hopelessness in my breath.
“You had to see me again. So you somehow figured out who I was from the bar, and got me a job so I would be forced to be around you. Right?” When she put it like that, it sounded bad. Couldn’t we think of it on a more romantic level? I went to difficult lengths to show the woman I cared about her and could be trusted. Apparently not.
“Right.” Today was not going well at all.
“Goodbye, Joel.” She hung up, and it was like a stab to my chest. One minute ago I was feeling good about winning back my fair maiden’s heart, and now I was back to square one. No, I was further back than that. I was in the negatives. She really wouldn’t want anything to do with me now that she found out I was behind getting her the job on the set.
“I can still win her back.” I knocked my head against my table over and over, trying to drill the statement in.
The rest of the day was spent eating pizza and watching movies, hoping to find a trick that would work on winning Alessandra.
On my list so far:
One, humiliate yourself while singing to her, getting the marching band involved, proving you are an asshole, but will sacrifice your pride for her;
Two, take her out of the corner and dance the night away;
Three, get her a big library, because bitches love big libraries;
Four, get a bigger boat;
Five, ride up to her apartment in a white limo with roses and an umbrella, and rescue her.
There were many more after my ten-hour movie spree, but I thought those were the best. Ultimately it seemed humiliating myself would be the way to go. But that was a toughie. There would need to be some groundwork put in first; I just had to figure out where to start.
Back to the drawing board.
