Posts Tagged ‘when accidents happen’
by hannah
August 29th, 2007
Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (Chapter 9)
CHAPTER 9: ACCIDENTAL.
I’m plucking my eyebrows in my rearview mirror. This is a proven method for burning time in stop-and-go I-10 traffic. I’m trying to get home from another long meeting in San Bernardino County, and I’m stuck in an uncomfortable corporate suit.
But I’m thinking about Mr. Smyth. In fact, I haven’t stopped thinking about him since our date three nights ago. Right now, in particular, I’m imagining us living together, after he’s said to me: “Hannah, you’re exactly what I’ve been looking for my whole life. I can’t imagine spending another day without you. Move in with me.”
by hannah
August 27th, 2007
Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (Chapter 7)
CHAPTER 7: FRIDAY NIGHT CUTS.
It’s Friday night, and all over Los Angeles people are getting ready to go out: some, on a hot date; some, to a hot club; others, to Blockbluster. I’m at Chopper’s hair salon about to get my hair cut, hoping it will help inspire a hot date—one of these Friday nights.
Ben is washing my hair. It’s the first time I’ve seen him since he left the bouquet on my doorstep. “I loved the flowers.”
Ben smiles and keeps massaging my head.
“We should hang out again sometime.”
Ben continues smiling and nods. And then he straddles my reclined body, his hands continuing to rub tingling conditioner into my hair…
by hannah
August 22nd, 2007
Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (Chapter 2)
CHAPTER 2: BREAKING UP WITH BAD HABITS.
I’m on my couch, flipping through a “chick mag,” eating Brazilian Acai Berry Sorbet Häagen-Dazs. I’m reading an article about ten things not to do after your boyfriend dumps you. It’s about what so many seriously co-dependent, emotionally unstable women digress to whenever a relationship goes sour: They start eating dessert all day; or drinking their favorite cocktail all night; or having pointless sex with pointless men; or running up credit cards with irrational wardrobe purchases; or chain-smoking; or incessantly calling their ex-boyfriends to try to work things out. Things I would never do.
I scoop a spoonful of sorbet out of the pint in my hand.
Thank god I have no bad habits, I think, biting at the hangnail on my pinky finger. It starts to bleed. Okay, none that are really bad. Unless I’m under the influence of pissed off. Or totally depressed. Or sometimes bored. And definitely if I’m at some pretentious and superfluous Hollywood party. But seriously-I am in total control of my environment. I shake an aspirin out of the bottle sitting on my coffee table.
