#165
The girl I bought the juicer from was cute enough to ask out, although she just shrugged her shoulders and said, nah I’m good.
I was telling Lydia about it when we met at the cafe. She had ordered her third americano and was jittery in the way she gets, which is endearing and ridiculous.
Her: so how’s the juice?
Me: that’s not the point.
It was getting grey outside and just recently I felt the first chill of the seasonal shift and wondered if I had enough sweaters without holes to get me through this winter.
Me: I don’t think I have the money to buy new ones.
Her: There’s always Goodwill.
Lydia is the queen of finding bargains in the heaps of clothes that seem always to be there. So many clothes. It makes me nervous, and when she drags me along, I always end up in the audio/video, looking at old tapes and CDs. I can’t play any of them on anything that I own, but then I found an old tape player and wondered if that should be my new thing.
Her: if you can afford the tape deck, you can afford this sweater.
She held up a find that was, actually pretty spot on for me. It was $3, and I asked if she could buy it for me.
Me: can you buy it for me so I can get the tape deck?
She threw it into her basket and gave me a look of “I know you” and walked off in the way that she usually does which is playful and serene and confident.
Later, at home, I put on a tape of Dire Straights and she dances in her mom jeans around the living room and I feel like I’m falling in love.