And I stole a glimpse of him at 6am this morning. He drove past me at the gym blaring "I'd die without you..." the song sung as a round in RENT. So, he was driving this Murano wearing this adorable beenie. He didn't look gay, but I'm the WORST person in the world for deciphering sexual preference. I bet his name if Mark Cohen, he's Jewish, wears a blue & white scarf and glasses. Isn't fantasizing fun? We'd chat about our anti-consumerism views & how Walmart is the downfall of Western civilization while we sip free trade coffee. Then I'd say something dirty & we'd have to run home for a little fun in Santa's sack. For Christmas we travel instead of exchange presents. This year is New York...but not until New Years...Neither of us have been silly enough to go to Times Square for the ball drop, but this year we're casting aside our pretensious pretensions, paying 100 bux per ticket & counting down the new year with all the other tourists. Back at the hotel, we'll fight about him using my towel...I hate that. But never fear, we make up...again & again & again.
[phone rings in real life. Susan realizes this is truly all a day dream. that warm deceitful feeling cools to something humdrum & ordinary. She smiles, 'Hope Springs Eternal' ]
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