Almost Like Being in Love

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by Steve Kluger

ACCOUNT NO.: 7643757

  DATE OUT: May 6, 1998

  DATE DUE: May 7, 1998

  TITLES

  I WANNA HOLD YOUR HAND

  2.99

  TOTAL

  2.99

  THANK YOU FOR RENTING FROM VIDIOTS

  Tell Gordo we said Hi. And how come he doesn’t come in anymore? Cherie.

  * * *

  FROM THE DESK OF

  Gordon Duboise

  T:

  Suppose you liked girls. Suppose you found yourself being chased by a 19-year-old knockout who was also brainy and funny—and who wasn’t (a) psychotic, (b) chemically dependent, (c) on the lam, or (d) a studio executive. Would you stop to remember that you were twice as old as she was, or would you ignore the whole problem and elope to Tahoe?

  I need an answer quick. Once our clothes come off, it’s out of my hands.

  G

  P.S. Leave your verdict on my desk. Mona and I won’t be out of the bedroom until at least Thursday. (She’s the other one I might marry. How am I supposed to know for sure unless I try them both out first?)

  FROM THE JOURNAL OF

  Travis Puckett

  G:

  You might as well. The last time you corked somebody half your age, we were 32. At least we won’t have to worry about the Child Welfare Department this time.

  You’re hopeless. How do these people find you?

  T

  BEWARE!

  You have just entered

  home page of

  GORDON DUBOISE

  screenwriter/lover/bon vivant

  Click here to find out more about me

  Click here for a list of my credits

  Click here to find out if I’m available for work

  Click here to find out if I’m available for play

  Click here for pictures of me in my Speedos

  Click here for information on my next party (romantic women only)

  Click here to send me e-mail

  Click here to post a message on my bulletin board (keep it sensitive——I have a poetic heart)

  BULLETIN BOARD

  Dear Gordo,

  Thanks for the pictures. Is all of that you? If so, send more.

  —Sue in Milwaukee

  Dear Gordo,

  I’m 23, I have big tits, I’m working on my master’s, and I could suck the filament out of a lightbulb without breaking the glass. Let me know if you’re ever going to be in Georgia and I’ll show you.

  —Rae Ellen in Atlanta

  Dear Pig,

  You’re disgusting. If you ever got out of the 1970s, you might learn that they made this really incredible discovery: women actually have something more to offer than a dust rag and a hole. Assuming you have any brains, you might consider taking them out of your dick.

  —Liz in Chicago

  Dude.

  I know it says Girls Only, but I’ve got a really creative mouth and I’m in L.A. too. Think about it.

  —Blowbuddy

  Gordon:

  This is your father. I’ve been trying to reach you for three days, but the goddamned line is always busy. Universal should only know why.

  If I don’t have a finished script in two weeks, you’d better see if Blowbuddy is willing to pay you, because nobody else will.

  FROM THE DESK OF

  Gordon Duboise

  Pop:

  Take your pick:

  Two sportswriters, boy and girl. Hate each other on sight but fall in love anyway.

  Bad boy meets bad girl. When they fall in love, they turn good. (Somebody dies in this one.)

  Boy and girl meet in college, sleep together, it doesn’t work. So they marry other people but wind up together anyway.

  Secret agent falls in love with pretty woman who convinces him he’s fighting for the wrong side.

  ARGOSY ENTERTAINMENT

  Literary Representatives

  LOS ANGELES

  NEW YORK

  TORONTO

  LONDON

  Gordon:

  Woman of the Year

  Rebel Without a Cause

  When Harry Met Sally

  Casablanca, for Christ’s sake

  Gordon, how difficult could it be? People are falling in love all the time! Listen to Liz in Chicago and get your brains out of your dick. Remember that old TV show? Seven million tales in the Naked City, and one of them could be happening right under your nose.

  UNIVERSITY OF SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA

  UNIVERSITY PARK • LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 90007

  Doheny Library

  Faculty Research Request

  DATE: May 8, 1998

  FROM: Travis Puckett

  DEPARTMENT: History

  BUILDING/ROOM: VKC/223

  MATERIALS NEEDED

  SPECIAL INSTRUCTIONS

  Julian: The beach in Santa Barbara would be a lot less lonesome if we were holding hands on it. What do you think?

  You’re not listening to me. Do you know what my idea of romance is? A blowjob between the salad and the entree. You need a real boyfriend. I’m not him.

  P.S. And stop staring at my ass while I’m working. Don’t you have a class to teach?

  American History 206

  Professor Puckett

  May 8, 1998

  Final Exam Review Questions

  Guys: If you can pull this one off, you shouldn’t have any problems with the real thing.

  Alexander Hamilton was about as popular as a piranha at a skinny dip. Yet without him we wouldn’t be here. Whom does he most resemble and why? (Note: I’ll accept a wrong answer if you can persuade me.) (a) Branch Rickey

  (b) Curt Flood

  (c) Jim Bouton

  (d) Bob Gibson

  Benedict Arnold and the 1919 White Sox had a lot in common. They were both called traitors, yet they both did what they believed was right, given the gross inequities of the system. How would the Series have ended if the Black Sox had been managed by Arnold instead of by Kid Gleason?

  Two of the most significantly related landmarks in U.S. history are Independence Hall and Fenway Park. Choose another pair and state your reasons: (a) Saratoga and Shea Stadium

  (b) Valley Forge and Ebbets Field

  (c) Fort McHenry and the Polo Grounds

  Pick a Revolutionary War All-Star team that includes General Dan Morgan behind the plate and spitball pitcher Benjamin Franklin on the mound. Then pit them against the 1911 New York Giants. Box scores, please.

  I’ve been dating this guy for almost three weeks and I really like him. (I could be wrong, but I think he feels the same way.) How long should I wait before I ask him to wear my ring?

  Final Exam Review Answers

  Tony Norris

  5. Nobody asks people to wear their ring anymore. Who have you been talking to? When I started getting serious about Maggie she knew it because I did things like fix her tires and not notice the zit on her chin and stop fucking other girls. I’m guessing it works the same way with guys.

  Chuck Navarro

  5. You know what your problem is? You’re too much of a tightass. Go back to Question 1 about Alexander Hamilton. “Whom does he most resemble and why?” Travis, people say “who” not “whom” and nobody gives a shit whether it’s right or not. If you like this guy, pop him. What the hell are you waiting for?

  Gary Petrie

  5. Don’t take this the wrong way, but this is the first time in my life I ever used the word cornball. Trav, it’s 1998. If you really want to score points, give him some stock options instead.

  Ray Sorren

  5. What do we look like—Dear Fucking Abby? I’ll make a deal with you. If I tell you how to get laid, I get an A. No questions asked. And the same goes for all the other guys too, except for Hatten, who never should have been put in at the end of the fourth quarter with only nineteen seconds left on the clock.

  Doug Hatten

  5. You want to know how to sweep this guy off his feet? Take everything Sorren says and do exactly the opposite. He
wouldn’t know a lateral pass from a Coke machine if he got hit in the head by both of them. P.S. You’re not acting dopey enough to be in love. Trust me on this.

  Corey Gambel

  5. Never ever ever ever ever give them a ring when you’re horny, because you’ll only wind up trying to get it back later when it’s way too late. (I made that mistake soph year with an economics major named Sandy and she’s still stalking me.) Do you really love him? If the answer is yes, then go for it.

  UNIVERSITY OF SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA

  UNIVERSITY PARK • LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 90007

  TO: Travis Puckett

  FROM: Andrea Fox

  DATE: May 11, 1998

  RE: Good News

  * * *

  Travis:

  Marsha Holmes of the Poli-Sci department overheard two football players in the hallway arguing about The Federalist Papers and agreed to push Dean Koutrelakos for the grant. (“My God, Andrea—jocks who think! Imagine the possibilities!”) And the only time Koutrelakos ever ignored Marsha’s advice was when he lost $2,000 betting against Michigan in the Rose Bowl. So we may have another shot at this after all.

  I tried calling your office to let you know, but they said you were at the library again. Travis, don’t work yourself too hard.

  Andrea

  UNIVERSITY OF SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA

  UNIVERSITY PARK • LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 90007

  Doheny Library

  Faculty Research Request

  DATE: May 11, 1998

  FROM: Travis Puckett

  DEPARTMENT: History

  BUILDING/ROOM: VKC/223

  MATERIALS NEEDED

  SPECIAL INSTRUCTIONS

  Julian: I have something a little scary to ask you, but it can only be done over dinner with French wine. Tomorrow?

  Oh, no. This has “marriage” written all over it. Travis, read my lips: remember that Fellini film with the prostitute who says that every new sunrise makes her a virgin? It doesn’t work that way with me. Even the sun thinks I’m a slut.

  FROM THE JOURNAL OF

  Travis Puckett

  THE PUCKETT/DUBOISE DEBATES

  GORDO:

  I just don’t get it. He’s skinny, he never smiles, and he doesn’t have a sense of humor. Who introduced you guys—Dracula?

  TRAVIS:

  Hand me the oregano.

  GORDO:

  Are you listening to me?

  TRAVIS:

  No. I wanted to pop the question at Le Petit Chalet, but at those prices I’d have to take out a loan against my T-bill—

  GORDO:

  Wear the pink shirt with the red and blue tie. You look good in that.

  TRAVIS:

  If I can just get him to move in with me—

  GORDO:

  Travis, never bring up living together until the tenth date. It doesn’t work.

  TRAVIS:

  How would you know?

  GORDO:

  Tried it once on a flight attendant. She went running out of my bedroom like a fan jet blew up.

  Cardinal Rule Number 2—Nothing’s worse for your equilibrium than a best friend who tells you the truth.

  Okay, so Julian isn’t perfect. I’m not either. I line up my peas. I rotate my socks. I have rules about toilet paper. Who could fall in love with that?! Besides, nobody ever said it was easy, and I’ve got the proof: I’m 37 years old and I’ve had four root canals I didn’t need. Along with twenty-six broken hearts and another dozen near-misses.

  But this time I’m going to make it work. What the hell am I waiting for?

  * * *

  Le Petit Chalet

  Les Spécialités de la Maison

  Pâté Maison

  Your choice of our special homemade pâtés

  65.00

  Feuillete de Poulet et Champignons

  Succulent chicken in a special mushroom sauce with puff pastry shell

  25.00

  Feuillete d’Oeufs, Jambon et Fromage

  Piquant marriage of egg, ham, and cheese in puff pastry shell

  22.00

  Salade Niçoise

  Mediterranean salad of tuna, potatoes, tomatoes, olives, and anchovies

  25.00

  Pasta Provençale

  Tangy tomatoes, onions, tarragon, and fresh basil

  28.00

  Onglet à l’échalote

  Savory skirt steak with shallot sauce and fried potatoes

  36.00

  Saumon Provençal

  Zesty and grilled with broccoli

  38.00

  Our Orchestra Is Pleased to Welcome

  Those Couples in Love

  Cheek to Cheek

  It Only Takes a Moment

  I Get a Kick Out of You

  Chances Are

  They Say It’s Wonderful

  Embraceable You

  Almost Like Being in Love

  * * *

  FROM THE JOURNAL OF

  Travis Puckett

  $38 FOR FISH?! Are these people out of their fucking minds?! What do they put in the cream sauce—plutonium? And get this: $9 for verre d’eau. Know what that means in English? Glass of water! “Our orchestra is pleased to welcome those couples in love.” Yeah? For $38, you’d better blow me.

  I can’t believe they played that song. Out of eighteen million songs they could have picked, they had to play that one. This was an ambush. I’d barely had time to finish a $14 dinner roll and take Julian’s hand to keep him from cruising Apollo at the next table when the ass-kissing orchestra chose that moment to ruin my life with “Almost Like Being in Love.” Twenty years I’ve gotten away without hearing it. Twenty! And now I know why. It was like the prince kissing Snow White—when I woke up, Julian had evaporated, the ring was still on my finger, and I couldn’t even taste the $25 bowl of soup.

  Craig.

  Craig with the crinkly eyes and Craig who invented the single dimple and Craig who called me Smerko and Craig who taught me about cookie fights and Craig who never laughed at my popcorn and Craig who found a thousand other ways to say “I love you” without using any words. And we let it slip away from us. Just like that. Why do they entrust youth to kids?!

  Somebody ought to kick my ass. How bright do you have to be?

  * * *

  TRAVIS PUCKETT’S BOYFRIEND CHECKLIST

  Name: Craig McKenna

  Duration: 20 years

  Occupation: I don’t know

  Where we met: Brigadoon

  BEGINNER LEVEL

  Can say “I love you”

  Isn’t hiding another boyfriend

  Thinks kissing is sexy

  Has a glowy smile

  Is at least marginally sensitive

  Will probably remember my name the next morning

  INTERMEDIATE LEVEL

  Can say “I love you” without my saying it first

  Likes me enough to tell me I’m special

  Trusts me enough to tell me I’m wrong

  Always lets me pick the first fortune cookie

  Teases me when I need it but knows when to stop

  Pursues making me laugh as a hobby

  Pretends to like the same things I do even when he doesn’t

  Misses me when we’re apart

  Isn’t afraid to fight with me

  Allows me to drive him crazy

  Would rather do nothing with me than something by himself

  Can fall asleep in my lap while I work—and still call it a date

  TOP-OF-THE-LINE LEVEL

  Can say “I love you” with his eyes

  Never lies (except to spare my feelings)

  Doesn’t worry about losing me because he knows he can’t

  Forgets there was a time when we didn’t know each other

  Kisses me for no good reason

  Celebrates my faults

  Sighs when I hold him

  ___ Knows all the lyrics to Flora, The Red Menace (optional)

  Strong Points:

  All o
f them.

  Shortcomings:

  Nothing I can’t handle.

  Comments:

  He was the real thing. Find him.

  * * *

  5

  Craig

  Noah Kessler

  6026 Foxhound Run

  Saratoga Springs, New York 12866

  May 12, 1998

  ATTORNEY-CLIENT COMMUNICATION

  Craig McKenna, Esq.

  McKenna & Webb

  118 Congress Park, Suite 407

  Saratoga Springs, New York 12866

  Dear Craig,

  I think my stepfather is a Nazi. I even had to learn projectile vomiting in case he starts goose-stepping. Mostly I wait until he puts on Wagner and then I let it fly. And he wants me to call him Pop-Pop. Gag me.

  Also Frau Schneller is one too. At night when she thinks I’m asleep she calls Berlin and talks in code. She’s a bad influence. She sings “Liebowitz” in the shower. I don’t think I should be left alone with her while my mother and the Brown Shirt are in Hamburg.

 

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