He showed up before Thanksgiving turkey was even served. Nevermind Thanksgiving was last month, and Americans are behind (as usual). Nevermind we told him never to come back. Nevermind history or broken hearts or loneliness. Just forget about all of that and live in the moment.
I think I understand it now. As an environmental scientist working at a major university he has a lot of time off that coincides with the semester and the department changeover and so he promptly packed a bag, planned some romantic bullshit and showed up on our doorstep, hoping that Sam is somehow free, somehow not dating someone else, and somehow willing to let Matt set foot inside.
Who cares if Sam will. The question is, will I?
And I did because I believe in love but I also believe in bullshit and it's sucky to be lonely at Christmas but it's even worse to pick a hefty New Year's Fight in order to make a clean exit.
Except this time the king of booze has been sober for over a year.
And he thinks that's the golden ticket.
Actually, it's not your drinking, it's just your whole...vibe. I don't have the words. They can't find the holes in my disdain for him to escape so he knows what I mean. Your drinking problem is the least of your worries.
Then could you help me?
Do what, exactly?
Figure out how to fix it? All of it so that he'll love me again?
He never stopped, Matt.
No boyfriend?
No.
What about...you?
I am not his boyfriend (I told the truth, okay?).
Matt visibly relaxes (wow) and asks if he may come in.
You may not. I'll tell him you were here and if he wants to see you, you may leave your contact information.
He has my cell.
Does he? I keep him right on the edge, hanging out over so he can see the earth below. I hope he pees his fucking pants.
I think he does. Here, I'll give it to you in case.
I put it in my phone and then pocket the phone.
Bridget-
He stops but I wait.
Please tell him I love him.
Tell him yourself if he contacts you. But Matt, I wish you would remember something. Love isn't a holiday thing. It's all year around. You can't just show up and have a Christmas fling and no one gets hurt. If you think I'm going to allow you to do this to Sam again, you're mistaken.
How many times did it take you and Loch to get it right, Bridget?
That's different.
Right. You have your history, please let us have one for ourselves. I thought he was being facetious but then I looked up into his face. He is stricken, ashes and regret.
I'll tell him you were here, I promise, closing the door in his face.
I think I understand it now. As an environmental scientist working at a major university he has a lot of time off that coincides with the semester and the department changeover and so he promptly packed a bag, planned some romantic bullshit and showed up on our doorstep, hoping that Sam is somehow free, somehow not dating someone else, and somehow willing to let Matt set foot inside.
Who cares if Sam will. The question is, will I?
And I did because I believe in love but I also believe in bullshit and it's sucky to be lonely at Christmas but it's even worse to pick a hefty New Year's Fight in order to make a clean exit.
Except this time the king of booze has been sober for over a year.
And he thinks that's the golden ticket.
Actually, it's not your drinking, it's just your whole...vibe. I don't have the words. They can't find the holes in my disdain for him to escape so he knows what I mean. Your drinking problem is the least of your worries.
Then could you help me?
Do what, exactly?
Figure out how to fix it? All of it so that he'll love me again?
He never stopped, Matt.
No boyfriend?
No.
What about...you?
I am not his boyfriend (I told the truth, okay?).
Matt visibly relaxes (wow) and asks if he may come in.
You may not. I'll tell him you were here and if he wants to see you, you may leave your contact information.
He has my cell.
Does he? I keep him right on the edge, hanging out over so he can see the earth below. I hope he pees his fucking pants.
I think he does. Here, I'll give it to you in case.
I put it in my phone and then pocket the phone.
Bridget-
He stops but I wait.
Please tell him I love him.
Tell him yourself if he contacts you. But Matt, I wish you would remember something. Love isn't a holiday thing. It's all year around. You can't just show up and have a Christmas fling and no one gets hurt. If you think I'm going to allow you to do this to Sam again, you're mistaken.
How many times did it take you and Loch to get it right, Bridget?
That's different.
Right. You have your history, please let us have one for ourselves. I thought he was being facetious but then I looked up into his face. He is stricken, ashes and regret.
I'll tell him you were here, I promise, closing the door in his face.