She approached, stood a foot away, and leaned in.
"Why does everything have to be so crazy, so... weird
? Why can't it just be normal
She looked happy, not altogether serious at this point, and she wasn't making any sense
. My friend, standing placidly to my right, seemed to know what all this was about, but I was clueless. All I could manage was, "Uhh... What?"
, I guess. She seemed to be expecting me to know what to say at this point. I thought she was still drowsy from just waking up after a brief nap, and was talking gibberish. Then she spiraled into cliched valley speech
, throwing in "like" and "you know" more than I'd ever heard her, or anyone say before.
She'd say something like, "He was like... so kind
... and... you know.." Yeah, I didn't know. How could I know? I'd met her two days prior, and we'd never really talked. Not in all seriousness. My friend, though, had known her for a while, and what a bloody well help he was being, standing there uselessly
"Start over," I pleaded. "What happened?"
And then the story came out; two months ago, she had broken up with another fellow, whom she had loved. She was still distraught. And she could never tell me what happened, never in plain words
. Me, who had just met her was left to decipher, "It's so... oh... you know."
Now she was crying, head in her lap.
God, but that was frustrating. I'm a naive guy, what the hell do I know? I didn't know even who she was talking about -- that would only come out after thirty minutes of maneuvering. I didn't know circumstances, I knew nothing. I didn't even know her well enough to put my arm around her and comfort her. At this point, my friend chipped in a bit to the conversation, stating, quite rightly, "See, if you were a girl, from her first sentence, you would've known the whole story. You'd be cooing over her and making her feel good
I said the first thing that came to mind at that point. Stupid and cheesy as may be. "You're right... it takes two guys to do half a woman's job
She looked up. She laughed.