I Could Leave This Agony Behind, Which Is Just What I'd Do, If I Wanted To, But I Don't Want To Get Over You
why couldn't Maggie Grace invite me to New York?
Yet another non-surprise is the fact that I, myself, have been down that road many times. I do not know quite the number of times I have found myself ineffectively attracted to someone who was all wrong for me. But I think what would be more surprising is the fact that I've been the object of such ill-fated crushes as well. I remember one case where I went out with this one girl from Santa Monica who was pleasant to talk to, an okay looker, and seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. She was a caretaker for a handicapped twenty-year-old and apparently made good money at it. I took her to lunch on our first date and then spent the evening with her and her charge. All in all, it was a pleasant experience and I was even half looking forward to seeing this girl again. It's not often that first dates go as well as that first one did. That should have been my first clue that the second date was not going to go so well.
On the second date she invited me over to her place where apparently she had built a shrine to me and my particular tastes. I mean--she had laid out everything I mentioned I had liked. There was Mountain Dew, Taco Bell, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, and a brand-spanking new copy of The Wizard on VHS. Upon seeing all the preparation she had undertaken before my arrival, I remarked to myself that this girl was perhaps a little overzealous. Yet I still had to receive the sure sign she was experiencing the cutting effects of the soft edge of infatuation. That moment arrived when about forty minutes into the movie, my favorite movie, she tried to nonchalantly ask me if I wanted to fly to New York to meet her family. Upon seeing my somewhat surprised reaction she added the caveat that she was willing to pay for the whole expedition and that she was 100% sure I would love meeting them. Now normally the prospect of gaining a free trip to New York would be more than enough to overwhelm me with joy, but the prospect of a not so stable young woman accompanying me did, indeed, frighten the bejeezus out of me. I mean--everyone knows you have the person you're interested meet your entire extended family on the third date not the second.
Needless to say, I had to decline her generous offer. In fact, I declined her offer to spend the night as well. And to be entirely truthful, I had to decline her repeated attempts to prevent me from leaving the very minute her generous offer was levied. People always remark that you never know what you are capable of doing until you are put into extreme circumstances. I do not think the trip from Santa Monica to Sierra Madre has ever been made in a shorter amount of time than the trip I took on that particular night. In fact, my recounting of that drive has taken on boastful proportions in much the same manner Han Solo boasted about making the Kessel Spice Run in under 12 parsecs. She would call me the next day a record fifteen times in two hours, asking what she had done wrong and if she could see me again. And fourteen times I politely tried to make an excuse until the fifteenth time I finally had to tell her that I would consider seeing her again if she let me be for the next week. I told her I didn't want her calling for a week and that I would call her back the following week after I had had some time to think.
Of course, I never called her back and never saw her again. In truth, I avoided the whole city of Santa Monica for about a year after that incident in fear of bumping into her on the street.
Yes, when I watched tonight's episode of Lost I definitely understood just how infatuation will prompt you to act pretty crazily. I definitely empathized with Boone's plight. Sometimes being attracted to someone makes you irrational and do irrational things. I can understand that. But in much the same manner he had to reign in his feelings for his step-sister because of the stigma attached to such relationships I think sometimes it's for the best that you don't act on your feelings 100% of the time. Yes, we are creatures of passion, but passion does not rule us. Or, at least, it should not rule us.
Then again if Santa Monica Psycho Girl looked as hot as Shannon I very well may have hopped onto a plane to New York with her.