Better Late Than Never – blog post 3

A day in the life of Shea

Hello again. Today you’re getting me at home. It’s the weekend. Finally.

“Have you seen my black top?”, Lou cries in that shrieky “can’t find anything” voice of hers.

Oh, Lou…

“Have you checked the fridge?”

“What?! No, why should I…? Oh, you’re right. It is actually in the fridge. How did you know?”

“Maybe because you’ve left your clothes in the fridge before. You get hungry when you get ready for a date because you’re stressed and then you get distracted and voilà.”

“What would I do without you?”

“Wear a different top?”

“You’re hilarious. And that is why I love you. Okay, how do I look?” This is just one of the daily conversations I have with Lou. She is crazy and I love her. This is her third date this week and not with the same guy. Lou is actually quite successfully dating three guys at a time. And why shouldn’t she keep her options open? It’s a free country. I think three guys would be too much for me. I have always had a hard time dealing with just one (or finding one, but that is a different conversation altogether).

“Hello, is anybody home?”, Lou takes me back to reality.

“You look great, Lou. As always. I don’t know why you bother asking.”

“I do look kinda hot, don’t I?… Well, it took me long enough.” It didn’t. If Lou didn’t lose her clothes from time to time, she would be ready in a jiff. She has perfect skin, perfect shiny hair and a bottom I would die for. And she can eat anything she wants. If I did not love her so much, I would hate her. When I was at school, Lou was the kind of girl I always loathed and wanted to be friends with at the same time. I still don’t know why we are friends. Her other friends are much more relaxed and cooler than I am. But still she chose to live with me, which is beyond me, but I’m trying this new thing lately: Don’t question the good things that happen to you. There are, after all, many other things to question. “Okay, I’m off. Kiss.” And off she flies. Here I am, alone again in our quite tiny flat. But it is still charming and cozy, albeit a little dark. I’ve always dreaded large flats, fearing my thoughts would get lost in them and I would lose myself in the process. Other people are afraid of being in small spaces and I don’t like the large ones. Loneliness has a way of creeping up on you in big spaces, although it does find me in my tiny flat as well. But I have the feeling that in this limited space I can control it better… Most of the time at least. Anyway, hope you’re doing more with your weekend than I am. Talk to you all soon, Shea.