I was hanging out last night with Pussycat, talking about the way the city has become even more divided then it was when we were younger. Upon seeing a couple of hot university students jogging past us, Pussycat started to talk about how the men here have gotten better looking.
Me-:"That's because no one is from here anymore. They all come in for school."
Pussycat-:"Then leave. No one stays here. I would totally do that one." he was pointing at some guy who had pulled up at the street lights as we were crossing the street. I made a face, I know I did cause Pussycat got little offended. "What you don't think?"
Me-:"Not my type." the guy had long hair tied up in a ponytail, wearing a camouflage shirt.
Pussycat-:"See this is your problem." he reached into his bag pulling out a jar of something pink taking a gulp as we continued walking. "You keep saying that you are open to love, to having the right man show up..." he took another gulp. "Yet it's on your terms. You need to just go with it, cause your sending mixed messages to the universe." and another large gulp of it before putting the now empty jar in his bag again.
Me-:"I know what I'm attracted to."
Pussycat-:"That's what I mean! You think you know, but can you really know? You're trying to control it and it just doesn't work that way." he burped. "Like this whole Germany thing. You still thinking about that?"
Me-:"Seemed like a good idea a month ago. Still be a year or more away."
Pussycat-:"Exactly. How do you know that you're suppose to go there? I mean..." he burped again. "If you were truly meant to go, wouldn't you have been able to get the whole thing in motion already? Wouldn't the universe have given you hints and a big wad of money or a free trip or something by now?" we crossed another set of lights. "Take Vegas for instance. You said you keep seeing ads for it, and Janny is going..."
Me-:"What about it?"
Pussycat-:"Maybe the universe is telling you to go there." he elbowed me burping again. "I would love to go. A friend of mine's mom works at that one travel place if I had my passport..." he snapped his fingers almost smashing into my nose. He did smack into my shoulder.
Me-:"I have zero interest in Vegas."
Pussycat-:"You're not listening! Girl! I'm telling you that you have to let go of your expectations. Mr. Right is waiting for you to get off your wishlist doll and just embrace it. Like in Practical Magic, you know how the aunts warn the chick to be careful what she wishes for and then later on when the husband dies they admit to having done the spell with molasses." he began opening his arms and actually quoting the lines from it. And sort of swaying. Whatever had been in the jar seemed to have kicked in. "Whatever. The point is, you don't know. You don't know who you're meant to be attracted to. Right? What if you're just binding yourself with molasses to the wrong man? What if you're suppose to plan a trip to Vegas and then get detoured to...I don't know some other of the lower parts of the world cause Mr. Right is somewhere else? He could be sitting in a cardboard box in India right now doll, and you'll never know because you are too stuck on your wishlist of he has to have this and dress like this and..." another heavy burp with him covering his mouth taking a deep breath. "I'm not feeling the best now."
Me-:"That's because you drank too much of whatever that goop was."
Pussycat-:"Stop judging. I think you should go with Janny."
Me-:"She hasn't invited me. I can't go somewhere I haven't been invited to." he made a tisk noise rolling his eyes at me.
Me-:"To the States?"
Pussycat-:"Really? You're fine with going alone to Germany and god knows where, but you're not good with crossing the border alone?"
Me-:"I'm afraid of Americans." I started to sing the David Bowie song then.
Pussycat-:"What if Mr. Right is American?"
Me-:"You just said he's in a cardboard box in India. Can't be both make up your mind sister."
Pussycat-:"Don't make me laugh, I'll puke." He took a couple of deep breaths straightening up and then did begin to laugh."I think it's a plan."
Pussycat-:"Going to Vegas!"
Me-:"Deja vu. I don't want to."
Pussycat-:"You say that now, but few months from now you'll see." he started to burp again."I'm putting it out there to the universe."
Me-:"Fine, just leave me off your travel plans."