The Accidental Chick Magnet
Originally posted on November 15, 2008
This story was written by Clara...
Ardith: Wow! Who is that dreamy guy in your living room, Marty Jean?
MJ: Oh - that's my sister's boyfriend's brother, Jeremiah. He is reeeally cute, isn't he?
Ardith: *sigh* I think he's the cutest guy I've ever seen.
MJ: Should we ask him to go to the movie and the mall with us?
Ardith: Yes! And please - let him sit between us. Oh my - what will I do if he says anything to me?
A few hours later…
Jeremiah: That was a pretty good movie – thanks for asking me along. How did you like it, Ardith?
Ardith: Uh.... I.... um, good.
Jeremiah: What’d you think, Marty Jean?
MJ: Yes, it was good. My favorite part was when....
Ardith: Look! Marty Jean, there's Antonia!
MJ: Don't hold your breath, Ardith. She won't even notice us.
Jeremiah: Who's Antonia?
MJ: The girl walking by with the wavy hair. Senior class. She'll pretend that we're not even here, even if she does see us.
But then – Antonia’s Boy Radar kicks in and closes in on Jeremiah…
Antonia: Hello, Marty Jean. Is this your cousin?
MJ: No, this is Jeremiah – he’s my sister's boyfriend's…
Antonia: *interrupting* So nice to meet you, Jeremiah. I don't remember seeing you around school.
Jeremiah: No, I live in New York, sort of. But uh… right now I'm staying in West Virginia and going to college there.
Antonia: Oh, a college man! And a long way from home, too. Perhaps you would like me to show you around while you're in town. We could go to dinner at my Daddy's exclusive country club.
Jeremiah: I think Marty Jean’s already made plans to show me around.
Antonia: Oh... welll. Um, I am planning a party at my house on Saturday night. Could you come to that? I'll give you directions to my place, of course. Or I could pick you up.
Jeremiah: Long as Marty Jean doesn't have anything else planned .... You okay with a party Saturday, Marty Jean?
MJ: Uh... okaaay. Ardith is invited too, right?
Antonia: Ardith? Who is Ardith?
MJ: *whispers* Sitting next to me, Antonia....
Antonia: *waves her hand dismissively* Yeah, sure. Whatever. Let's exchange cell phone numbers, Jeremiah. Just in case you have trouble finding me on Saturday.
Jeremiah: Uh... okay.
Antonia: *leans close to Marty Jean's ear* Oh, by the way, Marty Jean. Try to wear something to the party that is not reminiscent of your grandmother.