Marrying Up. Jackie Rose

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      “God! Oh my God!” George whispers frantically.

      But it’s just Jill.

      “Is this pizza boy yours?” she asks. “I found him in the lobby.”

      “Yup!” I say, jumping up to get my wallet.

      “Hi Jill,” George says as I pay for dinner. The pizza boy ignores my attempt at a flirty smile and I consider taking part of his tip back.

      “Hey,” Jill answers, tucking a blondish strand behind her ear. “Long time no see.”

      “I brought a movie over, if you want to watch with us.”

      “Thanks, but I’m exhausted. I’m going to try and go to bed early. Don’t let Holly stay up too late, ’kay?”

      “I won’t,” George said. “She has a big day of doing nothing tomorrow.”

      “I hear you!” I yell from the kitchen.

      “Yeah, well, get a life!” Jill yells back. “I’m not complaining,” she continues to George. “Holly’s been doing a lot of things around the house.”

      Since Saturday, I’ve reorganized the pantry, installed three new coat hooks in the hallway, laminated a list of emergency phone numbers to put on the fridge and found time to watch at least six hours of TV every day. All in all, time well spent.

      After Jill watches us eat (she grabbed a sprout sandwich earlier), she retreats to her bedroom to talk on the phone. Boyfriend, apparently, is away on “business,” and missing her terribly.

      “Well at least she has someone to make her happy,” I conclude sadly after we’ve torn apart his many flaws as quietly as we could.

      “That’s no excuse,” George says. “She can do better.”

      “Do you have a pash on her or something?”

      “What’s that?”

      “A girl crush.”

      “Oh,” George giggles. “As if.”

      “Anyway, you’re a fine one to talk about standards.”

      She sits up abruptly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

      “Just that maybe you should try taking your own advice for a change.”

      “Oh, really.”

      “Don’t be annoyed. You know you can do better than Professor Bales, but I don’t see you turning him down when he invites you over for a quickie every once in a while.”

      “Would you stop calling him that already? And for your information, what I have with Stuart is totally different. I consider myself single. I’m still in the game. Jill’s not. And I don’t just drop everything and run whenever he calls me, by the way. I go only if and when I want to.”

      “When was the last time you didn’t go?”

      “I’m not a teenager,” she frowns. “I don’t keep track of things like that.”

      “Oh, admit it—if he wanted to get serious, you would in a second, even though he’s a total player.”

      “We’ve agreed to keep it casual. It’s worked for us for this long.”

      “You mean it’s worked for him. Because casual or not, it sucks for you and you know it. You’re afraid to call him. The sex is lousy, I’m sure. How could it not be? He’s, like, at least fifty. And he won’t even bring you out in public…”

      “Umm, hello? It’s, like, totally inappropriate for us to be seen together.”

      “Come on! I can’t believe you’re still buying into his bullshit. He’s not your teacher anymore, G. No one gives a crap if you’re together. I bet he’s just afraid one of the dozen or so students he’s probably sleeping with will see you.”

      She pouts for a while and stomps off to the bathroom. I put the pizza away and file what’s left of my nails while I wait. After about five minutes, she returns with a dour look and puts the movie in the DVD player. As it’s about to start, she lets out a big sigh and gets up to pause it.

      “Not that I have to defend myself to you, Holly, but I still like him, okay? And I’m using him as much as he’s using me. No more, no less. So until I find someone better, I see no reason to call off a perfectly good thing.”

      Poor George. She really believes what she’s saying.

      “Just as long as you keep your options open,” I tell her. “Because he’s never going to change.”

      “Why does everyone say that about him? He might. Stuart’s very sweet when he wants to be.”

      “Don’t confuse sweet with charming,” I warn her. Although she tries to put on a feminist front, George is incredibly naive about men. Maybe it’s because she had virtually no exposure to straight men growing up or maybe it’s because she’s just overly trusting in general. In any case, her instincts are notoriously off when it comes to the unfairer sex.

      “You don’t really know him, Holly.”

      “Well, I know that he gave me a D in ‘Journalling for Profit, Part II’ and that was enough for me. As if I needed Humbert Humbert to tell me my memoirs wouldn’t sell a million…”

      George rolls her eyes.

      “What?”

      “Don’t even go there,” she says.

      “Fine. All I’m gonna say is that I can tell you for an absolute fact that that man will never change. How do I know for sure? Well, let me enlighten you, G—it’s because he doesn’t want any more out of the relationship. And he can tell that you do. That’s why he only calls every couple of months—he doesn’t want to give you the wrong idea. Because then the whole thing would be more trouble than it’s worth.”

      I’ve tried to explain to George many times this most basic of all dating truths: that neediness is like new-relationship poison. This fact is one of the few things I know for certain about men. In much the same way that sharks can smell a drop of blood in the water from miles away, men can pick up on even the slightest whiff of neediness. A more sporting type might circle your lifeboat for a while, letting you think you have a chance of surviving, but don’t kid yourself: He’s just playing with you. He knows you’re wounded in there, and he’s smacking his lips. If, on the other hand, you put out the ice queen vibe right away—let him think he wants you more than you want him—then you’ve got some breathing room. And I’m not just talking about sex. Getting a man into bed is easy, no matter how desperate you may appear. The hard part is sustaining your desirability. The hard part is convincing him that he wants to stick around long enough to fall in love with you. Once you figure out how to do that, you’re in business.

      “Yeah? Well maybe the reason you’re single is because you never let anybody know you’re actually interested in them,” George suggests. “Did you ever think of that? All you do is go on СКАЧАТЬ