Her face turned bright red. “Umm…I know you said you’re not really into films, but did you ever have a favorite movie?”
“The Godfather. Once you’ve seen that, you don’t need to see any other ones.”
“Boo! I’m so not watching that! Ever!”
So she doesn’t believe in compromise…
I laughed. “I’m a sports and games type of guy.”
“I have games. What type?”
“Any type really. Blackjack, Poker, or even the kid ones like Connect Four, Uno—”
“I have Uno,” she reached into a closet and pulled out a box of cards. “Well, I just bought Two Weeks’ Notice on DVD too, but I guess you can pick what we do tonight…”
“What type of movie is Two Weeks’ Notice?”
“A romantic comedy.”
“Okay,” I refused to watch that crap. “Uno.”
“Why? You don’t like romantic comedies?”
No, I don’t like terrible movies…
“I just think all romantic comedies are the same, so there’s no need to watch. You can tell what’s going to happen just by looking at the cover.”
She rolled her eyes. She walked over to her TV and picked up a DVD.
“What happens in this one?” she held Maid in Manhattan in front of my face and pouted.
She’s adorable…
“Hmmm…I guess the girl is a maid in a hotel and the guy has a powerful job, right? They meet somehow but he doesn’t know she’s a maid, and they fall in love…He probably finds out she’s a maid at some point, she gets upset, and they break up. Then he probably spends a few weeks thinking about where she is and they get back together. Oh, and there’s probably a kiss in the rain somewhere. There’s always a kiss in the rain.”
“Ugh! Fine. You can deal the Uno cards after we eat.”
I’d forgotten about the spaghetti and wine already. The plastic bags were still dangling off my wrist.
I placed them on the counter, and was about to uncork the wine but she shooed me away.
“I’ll do it,” she grabbed the corkscrew. “I don’t want you complaining about doing all the work again. What did you do all day?”
Think about you…
“I went for a long ride on my bike. I drove sixty or so miles out.”
“You have a motorcycle?” she shuddered. “I’ve always been scared of those things.”
“Well, if you ever allow me to take you on a real date, I can show you they’re not scary at all.”
“I’ll think about it,” she set a plate and a glass of wine in front of me. “Pie for dessert?”
I nodded.
And while we’re on the subject of “pie,” I’m the CEO of the company that’s trying to figure out what’s in your cherry bourbon one and put your mom’s bakery out of business by the end of the year…
She sat down across from me and we ate in silence, occasionally looking up and smiling at one another. I was now convinced that even though she was a good actress on TV, she couldn’t control her real-life blushing at all.
“Okay. Time to play,” Selena sat on the floor, right in front the couch. “And you better not cheat. I’m like the master of Uno so I’ll know if you do.”
“It’s possible for someone to cheat at Uno?” I sat next to her.
She narrowed her eyes at me and I couldn’t help but laugh. I dealt seven cards each and made two separate “draw” piles.
“Wait. Before we start, I think we should play Confession Uno!” she beamed.
I really hope that’s similar to Strip-Uno…
“What on earth is Confession Uno, Selena?”
“It’s kind of like truth or dare, minus the dare, with the colors of Uno cards.”
“What? I’m lost…”
She sighed. “You pick a color before the game starts. Let’s say red for example. Anytime I put down a red card, you get to ask me a question and I have to answer it. The same rule applies to me with whatever color I pick for you.”
“It sounds really confusing…”
“It’s fun! I’ll show you. I pick yellow. What color do you want?”
“Green.”
“Great,” she put down a red card.
I put down a “draw four” and made green my color. She glared at me, pulled her cards, and then put down a green seven.
“This means I get to ask you something right?” I tried not to laugh at her pouty face.
“I could’ve sworn you just said this game was confusing…”
“I’m a fast learner,” I smiled. “Tell me, why did you change into those flannel pajamas?”
She gasped. “What! That’s not a real question!”
“It sounds like a real question to me. Do I need to better enunciate? Why. Did. You. Change. Into. Those. Flannel. Pajamas?”
She put down her cards and crossed her arms. “I’m not answering that!”
“Are you forfeiting at your own game, Miss Ross? Is that any way to play fair? I was really starting to enjoy this.”
“Fine,” she rolled her eyes. “I put them on so I would be less sexually appealing.”
“Well,” I put down a yellow seven, “you completely failed at that. Your turn.”
“Um…Have you ever been in love?”
How cute…
“No,” I noticed a look of disappointment etch across her face. “Have you?”