Transplanted Life
Saturday, February 07, 2004
Well, the smell was gone yesterday
Assuming the smell was ever there. Nobody else noticed anything different, so the Marti/Michelle-is-nuts theory gained some credence. Maybe it was just some new form of physiological weirdness or breakdown of mind-body interface. Maybe that sort of weirdness is what happened to Michelle/Sam; could it be some sort of warning that one's memory is about to erase itself? I'll have to find and ask her about that, whether she wants to talk to me or not.

As queasy as I felt Thursday, though, I felt good yesterday. Maybe it was just relief, but even Maureen didn't bug me yesterday, and I was practically giggling when Carter would stop by my little reception desk. Of course, it was also payday. The real surprise was when Carter pulled a suit and tie out of the closet and said we were going out, and not to some kung fu movie. And, boy, was it a little more upscale. He must have made the reservations weeks earlier and dropped a c-note at this place in the North End. I'm not usually big on pasta, but this was really good. It was also really excellent seafood. I'm usually more a swordfish person, but it doesn't really go with pasta, so I went with salmon tonight. I really absolutely stuffed myself; we were there for a couple hours, with all the appetizers, soups, salads, main course, dessert... They really made a production out of having dinner. I felt vaguely guilty about Carter paying for it all.

Did my dates ever feel that way when I took them out? And did I ever get laid because they felt they owed me? That's not really how I felt, though - I was more impressed with him, that he's willing to spend this money and time to impress me. I think the wine got to me somewhat, too. I tried to keep it in moderation, but I don't think Carter alone got us to the bottom of that bottle. Maybe it was a combination of all of it, but by the time the check was settled, I was pretty horny.

Nearly two weeks isn't exactly the longest I've gone without sex since winding up in this body, but it seemed like longer. We took a cab to his place and dove right into bed. It felt really good; really, it made me wonder what we'd been sniping about lately. I practically forgot to remind him to use a condom; that actually made him grin. "You are a practical girl, aren't you?" What can I say, I told him, pregnancy is something I am most decidedly not ready for. He made some comment about how you're not ready for sex if you're not ready for pregnancy. I hope like hell that I never said that.

Still, I have to wonder what that restaurant puts in their food. We went at it until we were both worn out, and I was more than ready to go again when I woke up in the morning. That's just... I mean, I've liked Carter since I met him in most ways, but this raw sexual magnetism was a little much for me, and apparently for him. "Not that I can think of many better ways to spend the day, but it's noon already, and if we keep this up, we're going to break something."

True enough, though I did spend some time looking at sexy underwear online for next time. Weird thing to do, for me.

Anyway, I called Kate and Jen to see what they were up to tonight. Jen and Carlos have tickets to something, but Kate's free. I'm supposed to meet her at the Coolidge in about an hour to see The Company before it leaves town. The kicker is, she said she might stick around with me for Haunted Cop Shop 2 afterward. Normally, she wouldn't consider it, but when I showed her that it was co-written by Wong Kar-Wai, an acclaimed (and generally artsy) Chinese writer-director, she got curious.

Should be fun, though.

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