You know how there's the stereotype that a receptionist spends the whole day filing her nails, texting, and on the phone? That's not me. Josh never calls me at work unless there's a big reason.
Today there was a big reason. His friend (warning: this is gross) from Paris was supposed to stay with another guy, and that guy basically flaked and went on vacation and forgot to tell the French guy. So some European Parisian boy was wandering around the coffee shops of Manhattan, homeless. Josh wanted to know if I would be cool with him staying with us.
This is the thing: I'm fine with this stuff. It's my sisters that I worry about. I'm not afraid to kick a guy in the balls if it's needed. I come from a place of Fight and have to remember not everyone is out to take me down. Danielle comes from a place of Caution or Oblivion and quite frankly she is such a nerd that she doesn't notice half of what goes on around her anyway. Alex comes from a place of Love Everyone and it almost never even occurs to her that not everyone is kosher and as innocent as she is.
It's not that I don't trust Josh, because I do. All his friends who I've met have been perfectly nice. Only one asked how old Danielle is and he was apologetic when Josh told him to stop looking. So if somebody is friends with Josh then he's probably an okay guy. Is there a phobia word for being afraid of people from other countries? Not all countries, but the countries known for having snooty people? Because I think I have that.
Like, if you're from India, I'm good. We'll be friends. But freaking Paris? Italy? Something about this makes me very uncomfortable. It's like I'm prejudiced against rich people. So I realized this was like, a Big Girlfriend Opportunity and I made a good girlfriend move and told Josh of course his friend could stay for the weekend. I think he could tell I was not totally enthusiastic, and Josh reassured me Andre would be totally cool.
When I got home they were sitting there playing video games. Andre stood up to say hi to me. Let's talk about his outfit because it will explain so much to you. Loafers with no socks, madras shorts, polo shirt (tucked in) with a sweater over his shoulders. Do you want to guess how many times this whispered exchange took place in our house?
Q: Is he gay?
A: No, he's just French.
If you guessed three times you win a croissant. So yeah. It turns out Andre knows a lot of people here. They are all in our apartment. Right now. Most of them showed up with booze or beer. At 1:30 I said since there's work tomorrow I had to go to bed. Josh followed me into our room and asked if I was angry about all the people, but I said no just tired.
Except they're still here at 2:30 in the morning and yeah, now I am kind of angry. Not everyone is on fucking vacation. I am only in a tank top and underwear and I don't feel like getting dressed just to go out to the living room and tell everyone to go home. I wish Josh would have thought that since I went to sleep maybe he should make everyone be quiet.
1 comment:
It was good that you gave your approval of the houseguest. Is the third room set up in part as a guest bedroom? Josh should have realized that a party tonight would have to end at a reasonable time. You could have told him but it sounds like you didn't realize yourself until after. But you ought to tell him right now, if you are still awake, instead of just stewing that he didn't figure it out for himself, which he should have but that isn't going to solve the immediate issue. Are your sisters unable to sleep too? It's such a weird feeling to be in bed while others in the house are having a party. Maybe text him, suggesting it is time for the party be put on hold until the weekend when it is not a school/work night.
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