Wednesday, January 19, 2005

"No, it's not different. You are 'the other woman,'" I told her as gentle as I knew how for such a situation.

"No, I'm not," she trembled. "He's mine. He loves me. She's the other woman!"

"He was yours, Lisa." I paused. I looked at her with pity. Her mascara and tears made black rivers down her face. I handed her the box of Kleenex.

"I can't stop you," I said. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. She gripped it tightly, but I pulled it away and walked out of the room.





That was two weeks ago. She still calls him. She's obsessed. There's not much I can do. She was doing fine without him, then she heard he had a new girlfriend. When she called him to chat, I could tell he was surprised. Their breakup wasn't an easy on, but it was inevitable. They're just not the same people they were.

She's incredibly not well read. He needs someone who can stimulate his mind with interesting conversation. She's not up on any pop culture that hasn't happened in the last three years. She couldn't tell you who Darth Vadar was and she isn't sure if JFK or Bobby was president, but Bobby sure was cuter.

I don't know what to do. I've never been in a situation like this before. My room mate is a little crazy, but she's insanely in love with Neil. And Neil... is crazy in love with me. I'm his best friend. I don't love him like that! How do you tell someone you don't love them? I guess that's the same situation that Neils in with Lisa.

I know this sounds like a movie, but I have been pining after the mysterious girl in appartment 3b. Now, I'm not sure who she digs, but she hasn't laid eyes on me. Especially not when I'm with 5'8 all legs Lisa. I wouldn't be surprised if she liked Lisa, and then it really would be the Hollywood movie. I mean, Lisa's a model, a neurotic model, but a model nonetheless. What am I? I'm a grad student and a TA for the english department. What would this blonde bombshell want with me?

I'm not the only one in love with her. I saw a TA from the Chem department drooling over her at the coffee shop the other day. She probably would go for him anyway. He's slick and cool, most of all, he's a he.

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