62. "a conversation with britney spears" In response to In response to 0
she sat alone, unintentionally, her blonde locks poking out from under a faded baseball cap while she waited to order her lunch at the italian trattoria on wilshire just across the street from the workmen's outlet.
she caught my attention because the $450 sunglasses she wore wouldn't stop scanning the room searching for whomever was supposed to be there.
she noticed me and smiled politely like women in l.a. do when they wish to be left alone, but something about her body language said she really didn't want to be.
too many sips of wine caught up to me and propelled me toward the restroom; along the way i stopped by her table gently patted her bare, toned bicep and whispered confidently:
"he'll be here. he'd be a fool not to be."
she lowered the car note that sat atop her nose and looked up at me as if i'd just told her there was no monster hiding under her bed.
"he'll be here."
i said again.
as she opened her mouth, the state of louisiana crept out:
"well, if he doesn't get here in, like, the next 5 minutes..."
she failed to finish the sentence, but the way her eyes moved across me i could feel her finish the thought.
i smiled and excused myself.
in the restroom mirror, a man stared back at me who contemplated the best way to keep his name out of the tabloids while inspiring her to sing it as if he were the lord jesus christ.
returning to my table, i gave up on basking in blasphemy when i saw that her company had finally arrived.
after paying my bill, i gathered myself to depart and caught her attention one last time. she smiled widely and tried unsuccessfully not to stare at me.
as the pile of bronze muscles in an extra medium t-shirt negotiated his meal with the waitress, she removed her sunglasses and mouthed:
"you were right."
i nodded and slipped through the side exit.
before crossing wilshire, i glanced again at the icon whose eyes were still trained on me she waved: "see you later." and i said: "goodbye."