Ten Tiny Love Stories Page #4
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that it's not the real Keith Carradine
I'll be meeting for dinner.
It's only his Argentinean
stand-in.
Then I thought
I'd call Elias and his wife
and tell them
the guy has resurfaced
and that we're going out
tonight, but I didn't.
They'd feel happy for me
and I'd feel like sh*t.
I exercised that afternoon
and I wanted
to take a nap.
But I lie there, unable
except this dinner date, as if
it were the only date I'd have had.
So I can't stop
thinking about it.
I'm just so mad at myself.
Here I am, filling my head
with hopes and expectations,
and as soon as I see myself day-dreaming
I scream out loud
because I am so angry at myself.
I want to cry.
So eventually,
I did fall asleep.
But then I had this dream
that there are all
these birds on my balcony.
They can't fly,
they're jumping around like crazy.
And some of them are pecking
at the glass door,
like they want to come in.
They're like children
playing in a playground,
but they're only birds.
And in the dream, I'm aware
they're from the Galapagos Islands.
And then
I'm in the bathroom
and I'm washing my hands
over and over,
and then when I wake up,
trying to figure it out,
trying to interpret it.
I try to twist it
but...
nothing happens.
Then I try to call my girlfriend Carla...
she's great with dreams...
but she's at some
Weight Watchers meeting...
or something like that.
And in the afternoon,
It's like somebody else's dream,
stale and trite.
And I realize
that dreams are about...
getting to know
yourself better,
so that you can
better yourself.
I guess I feel hurt
and I can't unwrap it.
So then I shower
and I guess
dressed quickly,
and I look in the mirror
on my way out...
I'm looking good,
believe it or not.
And when I get
to the valet at the Deli...
I'm so self-conscious,
even getting out of the car,
I'm afraid to look around
for fear that he's there,
laughing at me.
Laughing at what?
Jesus!
I mean, calm down.
So I go into the Deli,
and there's the guy.
It must be him,
he's got sandy hair, he's tall,
he's not particularly handsome
but he's okay.
makes me feel at ease,
so I feel reassured. I walk up to him,
and I say, "Felipe?"
And he looks at me
like he doesn't speak Spanish,
and he says, "No. Sorry."
And I feel like I'm going to faint
with embarrassment.
The back of my neck
and my ears are burning,
and I turn around,
trying to be real cool,
there's this guy by himself in a booth,
grinning and waving at me.
He is so much shorter than I imagined
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