She arrives. I see her running around. Everyone does. She knows it.
Her nose is huge. Israeli? Jewish? Why am I even thinking that. That's stupid. Stop thinking that. Stop, stop, stop.
I see her shed her black hoodie revealing the edges of a marked up back. It was way too cold to shed the hoodie. She knew that, too. I tried not to look at the edges of the cloth.
I notice her eye shape. It matches mine, which matches my brothers. I tell her. You and my brother both have brown eyes, I say. You have my eyes,she say, you do. I know, I say. She moves closer. I think, I'm glad we are both drinking beer and I didn't have any of the pickled garlic.
We have the same eyes, but I have a huge nose, she says. I don't know what to say. I look down counting the milliseconds until she says something else. Just say something. Anything. Say something. Say something.
She starts again. Relieved, I hear her say, don't act like you didn't notice. Wrong thing. Heat rises from my stomach, up my neck. I never could control it.
In five minutes my heart only beats twice. Five full minutes.
You're name is Jody. You don't remember mine, do you, she says. Insisting I do, I pause. Someone please notice me. Say her name. Say it. Say it.
I dunno, I say. I smile. I put on my best charming face...no, no...drunk face...no, no....puzzled face...no, no...
Miranda, she laughs. And she's gone.
Later she stands in the kitchen. She strips down to a purple thong. There's a lace triangle of fabric holding it all together.
Don't look at her. Don't look at her. Don't look at her.
She flashes her tits at me and freezes, pointing her huge nose downward. I can't stop. Twenty-something-year-old bursting breasts flashing themeselves at me, not two feet away. I don't even notice the tatoos. I don't have time to. She bounces out to the hot tub.
Ten feet away, she bends over yoga style drying her legs, knees locked, absent of the purple thong, towel at her feet. Her wet, wet feet.
She approaches me quickly. Eight cool fingers rest on my collar bones. She pulls down my shirt to the nipple line, pauses, and stares. I have wind burn on my chest from hours in the blustering wind half in a hot tub, half in the night. Got a condom, she says?
