Sunday, July 31, 2016

Here Goes Nothing!

I had to say bye Felicia to muscle head. I didn't care if I was going to find someone to rent the living room or not, it just wasn't going to be him. He mentioned that he had a desktop computer. He wanted to know if he could bring that along. Who am I to tell someone they can't bring their only computer when they move in? He's an actor, he needs his internet, that's where he submits for jobs and stuff! I wasn't chuffed with the idea of someone bringing such a permanent fixture that's going to be sitting permanently on the dining table, but what are you gonna do?
I'll tell you what you can do...Don't pick Muscle Head! Let him go bye bye. I told him it was different that he had a full on desktop at this day in age. He told me that it's an Apple computer, it talks right back to ya! Uhm, I know about Siri dude! He was like, I could be in the bathroom and ask it what time it is, and it'll tell me. Right then and there, I imagined him walking out of the bathroom shirtless, his 'lady friend' waiting for him on his queen bed in the living room, talking to his desktop computer that will have taken over half of the dining room table because those iMacs can come really big! When I used to work for my agent back in Johannesburg, they had an iMac in one of the offices, I used to work on it when we did auditions.

I already knew that it wasn't going to be Muscle but I couldn't look him in the eye and break the news to him. He wanted to move in there and then! He told me he had the money, he was willing to go to the back and withdraw the money and pay and move in right away, but I wasn't ready! He wanted to know that evening, at least, I told him I would let him know. I walked him to the car, which was a brand new maroon SUV. He told me the wife was getting the car too. I can't shake the feeling that the car was his wife's. It had never been his. He gave me a hug and told me he enjoyed talking to me, he was looking forward to have more such conversations with me in the future. Unfortunately, I wasn't. I wonder if that was just another role for him? That he was pretending the whole time, that's why I wasn't buying it?

I went back in the house, got on my computer, found the writer's number and called her right away. I had had her number for a while, I just didn't see the need to call. I hadn't given her mine yet. We were still communicating via email. 

Me:    Hello, may I please speak to Rene?
Rene: Yeah, this is Rene speaking!
Me:    Uhm?!?!?!?!!
.. . . . . . . . . . .confused.......
          Sorry, it's Brook, regarding the living room in Beverly Hills.
Rene:  Oh, hey, Brook, how you doing?
Me:    Er... uhhmmm Are you sure this is Rene because-
Rene: I know! I know! I have a girls name! My full name is He goes on to say two words that are both girls'           names.

I'm sitting there like, what in the heck am I gonna do now? All this time, I was talking to so comfortably with this woman, she has been a man all along! Now what? She has been telling me all along that I'm going to like her, we are going to get along just fine. All along, in my head, this person has been a woman Dang! That's a twist in the plot! 

Rene and I talked for about an hour. In fact, he talked for about an hour. He started off by telling me about why he wants to move away from his brothers where he had been living since he lost everything. Apparently. when his book did so well, Rene had a lot of money and was living a rather lavish lifestyle. Women love him because he is 'a very good looking black man', 46 years old, never been married and has no kid. 'That's hard to find!' according to him. Not only does he not write like one, This guy doesn't even talk like a writer! This is me in my head. He went on to tell me the story of his life, how neat he is, which was music to my ears, he told me he had made up his mind that as soon as he gets his royalty check, he was going to move in with me. I told him I had just shown the place to someone who was promising to be the best roommate as well. I wanted to meet Rene first. Well, just like in Lisa's case, my mind was made up but I have been wrong before, so, here goes nothing!

The guy was going to have a busy day the following day doing things that guys do, not girls, now that I just found out he was not a woman. He told me that he was going to squeeze me in. I was looking forward to be squeezed in because, let's face it; nobody wants to be squeezed out!