So we're at
Ashley's Unbirthday Barbecue, and everyone's drunk because it's
everybody's unbirthday (She actually wouldn't let Doug come because it
IS his birthday.) Ethan's sitting on the couch, but he's smiling and I
see so many girls looking at him and I know that he's mine and we love
each other and it's great that I know that.
And then all of the sudden I turn my head and Chris is standing
Dear God how long has it been since I've seen Chris?
Chris was before I started writing in this diary, that's how long
That guy who flirted with me and made me think I'd ever get
anywhere with him. Two
years of being strung along and one very bruised heart later, I finally
weaned myself away from his charisma.
I haven't seen in him in forever and here he is, flashing that
smile, that smile so bright that the lights in some houses in select
California counties are flickering.
Oh please. Just shut
up and deal. And
truthfully, it's been long enough so that dealing isn't that big a deal.
It's because of Ethan, really.
I'd be locking myself in the bathroom and crying for two hours if
I didn't have that damn good looking man on the couch but I do so so
what. Chris grins that half
smirk of his as he slides over. That's
right, buddy. You come to
me. I'm not moving over to you.
No way in hell. "So
hey," he says,
grinning like that's gonna be the ultimate pick-up line.
chatting away, and Chris has actually been doing great.
Getting a lot of guest star spots, some pilots.
Nothing that's aired, but casting directors are starting to
notice and blah blah blah. I
have no doubt that I will be seeing him on Must See TV in two years or
something. He's completely
the type. Callow, shallow, and to-die-for cheekbones.
And we're just
talking, just catching up and I introduce him to Ethan and I even get to
say the "my boyfriend" part.
I'm such a nerd, I will never get tired of saying my boyfriend.