So, Friday, I'm on line at the Starbuck's (yeah, I know - we don't have any independent coffee houses)when the line snaked about 30 deep. A very handsome guy in front of me struck up the usual "oh, doesn't this line suck....I think it's because now they have sandwiches, blah blah blah" commiseration chat. He's wearing a navy fleece, khakis and Bean mocs. Typical for Fairfield County. I'm in another world, he's talking about food like it's the first time he's ever eaten in years (clue!) and how he has no wife or kids (another clue!), so he's going to Aspen skiing for the holiday (biggest clue!). Alarm bells; don't yet know why. I keep typing on my BlackBerry, talking about husband, child, holiday plans, the line that sucks, need a latte, etc.
I'm looking at him, all twinkly and charismatic (HE is, not me), saying to myself "how do I know this guy???". This goes on for about 20 minutes of banter. Admittedly, I am being nice and cordial to him while still clicking the BlackBerry. Go ahead, blame me. As he finally gets up to the counter, he turns to me and says with outstretched hand and full on movie star grin, "Oh, how rude of me - nice to meet you, my name is Alex." Sweet jeebus. I didn't have time to answer as the barista took his order. I followed him out to a plumbing supply store. Yep, that's right. BINGO.
Not a half hour later, I am at my shrink's office (previously scheduled), retelling the tale. Peter tells me, "I saw Alex Kelly at (redacted name of restaurant) with his parents Saturday night. He looks just like he did in high school." Indeed. So, that's how I met the still brazen and flirty Alex Kelly. No, I did not tell him my name. But apparently he likes soul food and Krispy Kreme doughnuts. It was just a matter of time. Small town and all of that.
7 comments:
liz,
from the way you've described alex kelly, he's good looking, charming, and flirtateous--just like ted bundy used to be!
mario
Exactly! Even my shrink was all "darn, he's really good looking, isn't he?" I can see how he stalks his prey. My hackles were up but it took about 10 minutes in to "get it". I held it together as I was curious. Somewhere, some poor girl is standing on line at Starbuck's behind Beebe. I was not really shaken. It was inevitable. Verrrry Bundy!
BTW, Mario - can you resend your stuff to my office? Or fax to 212.202.4924? Some overzealous janitor tossed a whole lot of important papers, including yours. That would teach me to stack work on the floor! Best, L
liz,
sure, no problem! i'll mail it to you again!
btw, as you know, i'm a west coaster, so i have a question: what's EH?
mario
East Hampton
Liz, Happy New Year!
I can believe you ran into the rat bastard. He doesn't live that far from where I grew up in CT either and every time I go home, I freak when Metro North stops in Darien.
Must have been Horrifying. Anyway- I thought you might be interested in this- not sure if you are aware of this case it's a Nebraska Rape case- but it's UTTERLY RIDICULOUS. See link below
http://worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=59549
Michele
Michele - I have indeed heard of this horrific case - it makes my blood boil and this is why I write this blog - so maybe the five people out in the wilderness who read it can begin to understand.
Yep, Darien is a "no drive-through" zone for me now, but he's hard to avoid. He's been spotted at restaurants, the Whole Foods, you name it. I suppose there are women in Richmond who see Beebe and freak out as well.
liz,
here's another case of injustice, in this case to a gang rape victim:
http://www.alternet.org/blogs/peek/73753
mario
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