Post by Mahna on Jan 9, 2004 18:52:03 GMT -5
Since Beth can't get on the PPMB at the moment, I'm posting the latest "Everything Happens for a Reason" chapter here!
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Chapter Seven
“Cheer up, man. This next date’s bound to go well.” Carter grinned at Tom, who was trying to get ready for his date.
“I certainly hope so,” Tom said as he combed his hair. “What’s this next one, another pastry-obsessed girl?
“Hey, I thought you’d find Scarlett’s devotion to her work attractive.” Carter rolled his eyes. “And this next girl’s not pastry-obsessed. I used to date her sister. You know, she’s really very attractive!” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Oh right, because attractiveness is the only important thing in a girl.” Tom said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
“Keep that mentality. You may need it.”
“Huh?”
“Forget it.” He handed Tom a slip of paper. “Here’s her address. You should be able to find it; it’s
in your hometown.”
At that, Tom said his goodbyes to Carter and headed for his car. He drove for forty minutes until he reached Lawndale and his date’s home: 4242 Mehterlanda Lane. He nervously rung the doorbell. A rather pretty girl answered the door with a smile. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he had seen her before.
“Hi. I’m Tom,” he greeted.
“Hiiii….. I’m Tiffannnyyyy…..”
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Tom hated French food with a passion, yet here he was in Chez Pierre with one of the most boring, vapid girls he had met. He had initially wanted to take her to Texas Roundup, a local steakhouse widely known for their excellent service and T-Bone steaks. Tiffany had flat-out refused. (“Ewwwww…. fatteninnnnng!”). She strongly suggested that he take her to Chez Pierre, and Tom, not knowing what else to do, reluctantly agreed.
Smiling at Tom from across the table, Tiffany turned to the one topic she knew more about than anything: fashion. “Sooooo…. what do you think about capriiiissss……?”
‘You‘ve got to be kidding me, ’ he thought. "Um… I guess I'm *OK* with capris, but I think that people should--- what are you doing?"
"This forrrrrrk is reeeeeealllllly shiiinnnyyy....." She ran her fingers through her hair while looking at her reflection in the salad fork.
Tom stared at her bewilderedly, but before he could come up with a response, the waitress suddenly sauntered over to their table.
“Bonjour, Mademoiselle et Monsieur! Je suis your waitress, Claire-Annette! May I take your order?” she asked.
“An order of bouillabaisse and glass of water, please,” said Tom, handing his menu to her.
“Oui! And pour vous, miss?”
Tiffany squinted at her menu in thought. “Does es - care - gott have any calories?”
“Most likely.” Tom shrugged. “You do know that it’s snails, right?”
“Whaaaaatt? Ewwwww…… I‘ll take a salad and waterrrr…..” She handed the menu to the waitress, who smiled cheerfully at them once more before leaving.
“Why are you so worried about calories anyway?” questioned Tom.
“I’m watching my figurrrrre……”
Tom rolled his eyes. It was so annoying when girls called themselves overweight, especially when they were thin as a rail. “Right… cause you’re ’fat’, correct?”
“Whaaaattt??!!” Tiffany narrowed her eyes.
She ignored all of Tom’s attempts to explain that he was being sarcastic and stormed out the front door before the waitress had even brought the drinks.
An hour later, Tom was back at his room watching TV reruns and wondering what nut job Carter would set him up with next.
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And as a IUFMB Exclusive (for now), here's the deleted date I wouldn't post before because I didn't want to spoil the Tiffany surprise for anyone.
A collaboration between Tananda and Mahna:
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"Hi, I'm Tom"
"Hiiii..... I'm Tifffffannny......"
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"Um, I guess I'm *OK* with capris, why do you as-- what are you doing?"
"This forrrrrrk is reeeeeealllllly shiiinnnyyy....."
"Um...yea. It is a good restaurant. So, how’s the Fashion Club?"
"Whhhhaaat Faaashion Club?"
"The one you’re in. With Quinn."
"Its over. We alll left for our ooown reaasons."
"Oh, so you did call it off. Did Jane get her 80 dollars?"
"Whooo?"
"Nevermind."
"Does these shooooooess make my annnklllles look faaaat?"
“Whaaaaaaat?"
"I said yes. Your ankles look horribly bloated in those shoes."
"How daaaare you call me faaat."
"You just asked me!"
"But I didnt meeeeann it."
"Well then, don’t ask me."
~silence~
"Am I reeealllly faaaat?"
"No."
"Then why did you saay I waas?
"AAARGH!"
"Ewww. Your faaacce is... like..... all reddddd...."
"All the better to scare you with, my dear."
“Buttt.... I'm not a deeeer........that's... like.... Bambi....or somethinnnng…”
"No, Bambi was a waste of time. I was quoting a children’s fairy tale"
"Heeeeyyyy....l liked Bammmmbiii...."
"You do know his mom died, right?"
"Whhhhaaaat?
"
"You didn't know she died?"
"Noooo. Whyy is she deeead?"
"Well, you see, Bambi’s mother was shot by a hunter."
"Whhhy?"
"Well...."
The rest of the dinner went smoothly. Tom told Tiffany how Bambi really went down, and Tiffany paid close attention, occasionally asking a question or two.
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Chapter Seven
“Cheer up, man. This next date’s bound to go well.” Carter grinned at Tom, who was trying to get ready for his date.
“I certainly hope so,” Tom said as he combed his hair. “What’s this next one, another pastry-obsessed girl?
“Hey, I thought you’d find Scarlett’s devotion to her work attractive.” Carter rolled his eyes. “And this next girl’s not pastry-obsessed. I used to date her sister. You know, she’s really very attractive!” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Oh right, because attractiveness is the only important thing in a girl.” Tom said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
“Keep that mentality. You may need it.”
“Huh?”
“Forget it.” He handed Tom a slip of paper. “Here’s her address. You should be able to find it; it’s
in your hometown.”
At that, Tom said his goodbyes to Carter and headed for his car. He drove for forty minutes until he reached Lawndale and his date’s home: 4242 Mehterlanda Lane. He nervously rung the doorbell. A rather pretty girl answered the door with a smile. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he had seen her before.
“Hi. I’m Tom,” he greeted.
“Hiiii….. I’m Tiffannnyyyy…..”
~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~
Tom hated French food with a passion, yet here he was in Chez Pierre with one of the most boring, vapid girls he had met. He had initially wanted to take her to Texas Roundup, a local steakhouse widely known for their excellent service and T-Bone steaks. Tiffany had flat-out refused. (“Ewwwww…. fatteninnnnng!”). She strongly suggested that he take her to Chez Pierre, and Tom, not knowing what else to do, reluctantly agreed.
Smiling at Tom from across the table, Tiffany turned to the one topic she knew more about than anything: fashion. “Sooooo…. what do you think about capriiiissss……?”
‘You‘ve got to be kidding me, ’ he thought. "Um… I guess I'm *OK* with capris, but I think that people should--- what are you doing?"
"This forrrrrrk is reeeeeealllllly shiiinnnyyy....." She ran her fingers through her hair while looking at her reflection in the salad fork.
Tom stared at her bewilderedly, but before he could come up with a response, the waitress suddenly sauntered over to their table.
“Bonjour, Mademoiselle et Monsieur! Je suis your waitress, Claire-Annette! May I take your order?” she asked.
“An order of bouillabaisse and glass of water, please,” said Tom, handing his menu to her.
“Oui! And pour vous, miss?”
Tiffany squinted at her menu in thought. “Does es - care - gott have any calories?”
“Most likely.” Tom shrugged. “You do know that it’s snails, right?”
“Whaaaaatt? Ewwwww…… I‘ll take a salad and waterrrr…..” She handed the menu to the waitress, who smiled cheerfully at them once more before leaving.
“Why are you so worried about calories anyway?” questioned Tom.
“I’m watching my figurrrrre……”
Tom rolled his eyes. It was so annoying when girls called themselves overweight, especially when they were thin as a rail. “Right… cause you’re ’fat’, correct?”
“Whaaaattt??!!” Tiffany narrowed her eyes.
She ignored all of Tom’s attempts to explain that he was being sarcastic and stormed out the front door before the waitress had even brought the drinks.
An hour later, Tom was back at his room watching TV reruns and wondering what nut job Carter would set him up with next.
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And as a IUFMB Exclusive (for now), here's the deleted date I wouldn't post before because I didn't want to spoil the Tiffany surprise for anyone.
A collaboration between Tananda and Mahna:
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"Hi, I'm Tom"
"Hiiii..... I'm Tifffffannny......"
~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~
"Um, I guess I'm *OK* with capris, why do you as-- what are you doing?"
"This forrrrrrk is reeeeeealllllly shiiinnnyyy....."
"Um...yea. It is a good restaurant. So, how’s the Fashion Club?"
"Whhhhaaat Faaashion Club?"
"The one you’re in. With Quinn."
"Its over. We alll left for our ooown reaasons."
"Oh, so you did call it off. Did Jane get her 80 dollars?"
"Whooo?"
"Nevermind."
"Does these shooooooess make my annnklllles look faaaat?"
“Whaaaaaaat?"
"I said yes. Your ankles look horribly bloated in those shoes."
"How daaaare you call me faaat."
"You just asked me!"
"But I didnt meeeeann it."
"Well then, don’t ask me."
~silence~
"Am I reeealllly faaaat?"
"No."
"Then why did you saay I waas?
"AAARGH!"
"Ewww. Your faaacce is... like..... all reddddd...."
"All the better to scare you with, my dear."
“Buttt.... I'm not a deeeer........that's... like.... Bambi....or somethinnnng…”
"No, Bambi was a waste of time. I was quoting a children’s fairy tale"
"Heeeeyyyy....l liked Bammmmbiii...."
"You do know his mom died, right?"
"Whhhhaaaat?
""You didn't know she died?"
"Noooo. Whyy is she deeead?"
"Well, you see, Bambi’s mother was shot by a hunter."
"Whhhy?"
"Well...."
The rest of the dinner went smoothly. Tom told Tiffany how Bambi really went down, and Tiffany paid close attention, occasionally asking a question or two.
You already know I love that one......Tiffany.....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!