andave's place

Quick story for you.

Last Thursday, I went to my theater class wearing contacts and makeup - having rarely ever worn makeup I wanted to do it on my own for my graduation. Of course, eeeeeeeverybody noticed I looked different.

Next logical question at my oh-so-erudite junior college? "Cummon, cummon, tell me his name, cummon, what's his name?"

I try to avert the question, all the while thinking, "Uhm, you spent the entire semester with me. I barely said anything to anyone, and all of a sudden I found myself a man?"

The question was averted...until the end of class, when a guy accosted me at the door. "Come on, Mary Sue, tell me his name."

I hadn't the heart to disappoint the puppy-dog look he gave me.

"Peter," I told him.

He beamed. "I knew it was a guy."

(Well, yes, but...he lives in a book.)

"Yeah. He's English. He...lives in England." I said.

Another girl cottoned on to my slip and asked "why are you all dressed up then, if you aren't gonna see him."

I fudged. "Oh, I'll be seeing him." *nudge nudge wink wink.*

"Yeah," said the guy. "Those Europeans, they're higher-class than us."

(err actually, he's a lord )

"So...." he went on. "Is it serious? boyfriend girlfriend? dating?"

Ah. Quandary. There's Harriet to think of, and not even for the sake of a joke will I say I've got something serious going on with Lord Peter Wimsey.

"Naw, he's just really really cute."

The guy shook his head knowingly. "Yeah."

And I left.

I walk into class today, and he took one look at me and said - "Wait. Why back to normal?"

Ooops! Didn't think he'd notice. "Ahh, he's not here now."

"Oh."

"You know what," I said. "Next time I'll bring you a picture."

His eyes brighten. "Oh yeah!"

So my plan is, on Thursday I'll go in wearing a cute new dress, with my hair all fixed up, contacts, and makeup. Then at the end of the class I will present him with the picture of Lord Peter...on a book bearing the title LORD PETER.

...It's probably a good thing I'm not much of a pranker/joker.