And who they’d be sending after me to check that I didn’t die on my way over.
Amber. Definitely Amber.
She’d bring one of her hippie herbal teas and make sure I didn’t throw up on myself, tuck me into bed.
That was the thing about friends. Mine, in particular. They were annoying as shit.
Fuck, but I was gonna miss them when they were gone.
* * *
Later that afternoon, when I was coherent enough, I posted an online classified ad in theI Saw Yousection of the Georgia Straight newspaper.
Because I’d realized something as I started sobering up and my brain actually started working again: I now knew one more thing about Danny the Dream Girl than I did before.
One really fucking key thing.
She was right here, in Vancouver.
For the first time in my life—since my mom abandoned me, maybe—I actually paused to wonder if maybe it was possible that some things really were meant to be. If maybe destinywasa thing, and maybe mine didn’t actually want to fuck me over.
Maybe I was still just that drunk.
Maybe I was just that curious. Or unwilling to accept that I’d fucked up this hard.
But I wondered if maybe Danny was worth it after all.
Worth the fucking tattoo.
If maybe there was a reason I’d wondered about her so much after I first met her… even when things went down the way they did.
I’d always assumed she was just a fantasy.
You know—too good to be true.
That I should’ve forgotten about her the second she ghosted me, even if my dick kept wanting to remember.
Even if the fucking tattoo would neverletme forget.
But what if, just maybe, she was actually that amazing that the universewantedme to find her again?
MyI Saw Youpost went up right between one from some girl who wanted to hook up with some guy she’d been too shy to talk to in a coffee shop, and one from some poor dude who had it bad for some other dude he’d met on the SkyTrain while wearing, of all things, a turtle outfit.
Roses in the rain
posted May 27th, 4:22pm
You: buying roses. Me: drunk idiot who didn’t know the difference between good and bad flowers. You said you’re not who I think you are. Whoever you are, I want to see you again.
When:May 26thWhere:Chinese grocery store in Chinatown
The location description was kinda tongue-in-cheek. Wasn’t every grocery store in Chinatown Chinese? And there had to be a hundred of them. But ifsheread the post, she’d know what I was talking about, right?
Under the post was aSend Private Replybutton.
And yes, I got a few replies.
None from her.
