belle de jour-11.01.2003

Well, perhaps I'm the sort of person apt to do something for no good reason other than I can't think of a reason not to

dimanche 30 novembre
He: "So why do you do this?"

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Me: "I'm not sure I have an answer to that."

"There must be something that you at least tell yourself."

"Well, perhaps I'm the sort of person apt to do something for no good reason other than I can't think of a reason not to."

"So if someone told you to jump off a bridge..."

"Depends on the bridge. Depends if they were paying. Why?"

"Oh, no reason. Will you suck me now?"

// posted by belle @ 9:08 PM

samedi29 novembre
Today I met someone for lunch I haven't seen in years. Knowing her own style (then, at least) to be rather laid-back I made an especial effort to de-whorify myself for the outing. Especially as I seem to be unable to get out the door these days without a fresh lick of nail varnish and a pair of silk holdups.

We are acquainted because her ex and my ex were best friends back then - in fact they still are. Whether their closeness is legal tender for a friendship between us is yet to be decided.

Afterward I gave the Boy a quick ring. He is still having job woes, the darling. On the spur of the moment I invited him to live with me. It's time I moved to a more sociable area of the city anyway, one in which the crack addicts may yet stagger by the door but at least don't collapse just inside.

"Money's an issue," he said.

"Come live off me while you look for a better job here, then," I said. "I can afford twice what I'm paying now, easily."

"This is all rather out of left-field," he said.

"You would be able to fly to see your family instead of drive," I said.

"True."

"And you have nicer furniture." My flat is furnished in the slightly naff flowery vein favoured by landlords of the aspirant class. "You don't have to decide. I won't take offence if you say no. But it's an offer, anyway." Ah, negotiating the terms of modern cohabitation. Who said romance was dead?

It would solve one problem - that of the belligerent Housemate. Though perhaps faced with the day-to-day of my comings and goings, he would soon go off the idea. But I sure could use a friendly face and a footrub with the beating these stiletto-clad feet take on a daily basis.

// posted by belle @ 9:15 PM

vendredi 28 novembre
We sat in the car, silent. The light was on inside.

"I thought he was supposed to be out," I said.

"He was," the Boyfriend said. "At least, I thought he was." He looked like he might start crying. "Please, come in. You're my guest. I want you here and I'm sure he can stand it for a minute if he's on his way out anyway."

I knew there was a reason why the Boy always comes up to see me instead of the other way round.

You might recall our recent encounter with S, whose ex-girlfriend H was sleeping with the Boy's housemate, unbeknownst to S (but very knownst to me and the Boy). That same housemate was simultaneously two-timing his own girlfriend, who lived in the house, with an average of three girls a week. Again, she was in the dark, but we were very much in the light.

And in such situations, what can you do but hold your tongue?

Taking my bags, we went to the door. The Boy opened it and put his head round the corner carefully. "Why, hello, you're still in situ?" he cheerily queried of the Housemate. "I just wanted to let you know, I'm here with the lovely--"