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It was a steamy hot humid day typical of Manhattan in August. It would however, have taken a lot more than an uncomfortable muggy day to keep me from smiling like an imbecile from dawn to dusk. Thoughts of Michelle had been dancing through my head all day, and I knew that this unbearably hot August day would lead to an evening dinner party with her and a couple of her friends..
Michelle and I had been acquaintances for a little over a year; I first met her in an acting class at NYU. From the moment she walked into the classroom on the first evening of class I fell absolutely in lust with her. At five ten she is about 5 inches taller then me but probably weighs about the same as her body is perfectly toned and she doesn't have an ounce of fat outside of her small but round pert breasts. She has the most gorgeous thick black shiny hair that falls in gentle waves to just below her shoulders. Her dark eyes contrast her smooth white skin and her face has got to be one of the most perfect faces I have ever seen. She is a stark raving beauty and she turns heads everywhere she goes.
Our friendship developed slowly as it took me months to get the guts to start speaking to her. I was too petrified to approach her, she didn't seem to speak too much to anyone and I feared she had the supermodel attitude typical of women as beautiful as she. One Wednesday night after class my fears were allayed when I overheard her complaining to the teacher that it was impossible to get a good cup of coffee within a mile of our downtown campus.
"Oh, excuse me for eavesdropping, but there is a great little coffee shop just up on 9th, I am going there now if you would like to come along and give it a shot?"
I couldn't believe my audacity, but I was immediately put at ease by her glowing smile,
"I would love to"
So began our friendship, we talked for hours over coffee. I found out that she too was dedicated to her acting career and very motivated to succeed. I also found out that she was a down to earth cool person with many of the same insecurities and fears I have myself.
Over the next few months we gradually became closer friends, often going on casting calls together and working as extras in the same films. Over time we became very close friends, and my lust for Michelle turned into full on love. Michelle is a very open person. She wears her emotions on her sleeve. So it wasn't that far into our friendship that I learned something that loomed over my days and cast them into a darkness borne of unattainable dreams. Michelle was utterly and irrevocably in love with her roommate, a girl name Chloe.
The irony of the situation could have made me laugh at the sky like a crazy person if only the whole thing didn't hurt so much. Here I was best friends with someone that was in the exact same situation I was, in love with a dear friend but too petrified to ever make a move for fear of ruining our friendship. Of all the luck in the world, I had to fall for a woman that was fortunately gay, but so unfortunately in love with someone else.
Chloe is one of the few people I have ever met in person that is actually more physically attractive than Michelle. Say what I will about Chloe, there is no denying that she is a beauty. She has long silky blond hair, a perfect body and exquisite facial features. Everywhere she goes she causes a stir, and when she and Michelle are out together it is a real show stopper. However, despite her physical perfection, or perhaps because of it, she is a shallow and selfish bitch. I will never understand what a sweet wonderful person like Michelle sees in her, and it tears me up.
Michelle had never outright told me she loved Chloe, but I could read it in her actions and the way she spoke of her. Then one evening about ten months into our friendship Michelle and I went out for drinks after a particularly grueling day of work as extras in a Will Smith film. Working as an extra is usually a tedious boring job, a day or several days filled with lots of sitting around and not a lot of activity. But this day was particularly harsh as we had been standing in a small corner lot from 7am until nearly 9pm, a good portion of the day spent in direct sunlight with no shade nearby and no where to sit. As soon as we were released we both agreed we were in dire need of a drink.
It turned out to be a great night. We both drank way too much and had a great time dancing the night away. By the time the bars closed at 4 am we were both so inebriated we thought it would be a good idea to have some more to drink. So we headed up to my place and opened a bottle of wine.
It was that night, sitting on my couch, with her eyelids and speech heavy from alcohol that Michelle first confessed to me that she loved her roommate. Immediately after the confession her eyes went wide and her face pale, her hand shot to her mouth and she sat there frozen in the realization that she had just voiced her greatest secret. After a few seconds of silence I released her from the grip of terror,
"I have known that for a few months now"
Her shoulders sank and she sighed audibly as she exhaled and was filled with a visible relief.
"but... but.. how could you have known that? Until now I have never told a soul. I have even been too scared to write it in my journal for fear that someone might read it."
"Michelle, you are my closest friend, I can read you more accurately than I could read your journal. I can tell when you are in love with someone."
She sat there and smiled, the drunken droopiness again taking hold of her perfect face, it took all of my self control not to reach out with both hands and pull that face to mine. At first I was really quite happy that Michelle felt close enough to me to confide such an obviously deep secret. But it didn't take long for me to realize that this was actually a tragic turn in our friendship.
With the secret no longer hidden, Michelle felt she could openly discuss her love for Chloe. She started on about how wonderful Chloe was, and how on a few occasions when they had both been drinking they had actually kissed a few times. Michelle continued on about her hopes and desires for the two of them.
I sat there with an idiotic smile on my face that I was desperately hoping concealed the fact that Michelle was ripping out my insides with each word she spoke. I wanted to smack her, grab her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her... "CHLOE IS A USELESS BIMBO!" I wanted to scream at her. Instead I sat there and nodded my head, pretending to understand.
Michelle slept on my couch that night as I cried myself to sleep in my bed. In the morning we were both feeling the pain of the night before, Michelle gave me a big hug goodbye and a friendly kiss on the lips and told me I was the best friend she ever had as she walked out the door.
Great.
The next couple of months were torture. I couldn't bring myself to stop spending time with Michelle, but she was constantly talking about Chloe and the things she wanted to do with her. It was pure torture.
On several occasions I swore to myself I was just going to have to announce my feelings for her and see what happened. But I would always back down. Then one Thursday late in July things shifted dramatically in my favor.
Michelle and I were grabbing a late lunch at a pizza place downtown when she suddenly stared at me from across the grimy table.
"Lisa, your not bothered by the fact that I am in love with a woman are you?"
"Not at all, what would make you think that?"
"I didn't think that, but I am just making sure that you are not bothered by lesbians"
