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// January 4th, 2010 // I Love LA.

We’re all a little crazy here in Los Angeles.  I’m open minded but there are some things I don’t do, especially if I haven’t showered.  Or brushed my teeth.  Kelly I remember pretty clearly because she wanted to makeout with me.  We’d worked together briefly on a campaign promoting a musician.  Kelly had wild hair, cushy lips and a babydoll-playboy-bunny voice and was chattily approachable.  I didn’t know many people in Los Angeles at the time.

 

“Bel, can I come over?  Please?  My neighbor is acting really weird and I’m freaked out.  I’m all by myself.”  Kelly sounded like she’d been crying.  “Yeah, of course.  Are you ok?”  I hung up the phone.  As a girl living alone in my studio apartment in Los Angeles, I myself was a little freaked out about being alone at night and had bought a $10 set of 3 alarms from Target and put them on my windows and doors.  An alarm which I placed on silent when I opened the door to let Kelly in.  “Thank you, Bel.  I’m so happy to be here.”  I set up a blanket and pillow on the floor and let her have my bed.  We chatted in the dark, slumber party-like.  Girl talk, girl talk.  “Yes, I kissed a girl.  In college.”  I told Kelly.  The age-old topic had eventually popped up.  I didn’t think it was a big deal.  We talked each other to sleep.

 

“Bel, I need a ride!  Can you please pick me up?  I’m staying at a hotel on Beverly.”  Again, Kelly on the phone, an early morning days later.  “Why are you staying at a hotel?”  I asked.  “Because I had to leave my apartment.  I didn’t feel safe.”  I got dressed as fast as I could, throwing on my hiking pants from the day before and an old t-shirt, no time for frivolous girl-prep or makeup.  I arrived at Kelly’s hotel which happened to be across from Swingers, the well-known Los Angeles eatery.  Kelly was in a nice room her suitcases of stuff strewn haphazardly across the bed and dresser.  She didn’t seem ready to go anywhere.  “Kelly, let’s go.”  I finally said.  Kelly gave a long pause.  “Oh, the other night got me thinking of how it would be to kiss you.  I’ve been thinking about it so that’s why I had you come over.” 

 

Who springs that on their friend?  The trickery alone caught me off guard.  Kelly had conned me into rushing out of my place at 9 in the morning with zero notice, to makeout?!  Even guys know to create a romantic setting, watch a sunset, have some sort of buildup, figurative lubricant.  This however, was a retarded way for her to go about things.  It was a no-go.  “Kelly, I’m going to go home.”

 

“Well let’s do breakfast then.  I’ll buy.”  I looked at her brand new Gucci bag.  “Okay, then!”  I wasn’t about to turn down Swingers food.  We crossed the street, sat down at the bar and I ordered scrambled eggs.  Kelly nudged me and pointed to some fancy car then to a white-haired guy a few seats down.  “Bel, he must be rich!  I saw him get out of that car.”  “Kelly, you’re TWENTY years old!”  I said.  “Yeah, but he’s rich!”  Kelly batted her eyelashes.  “Rich!”  Yes, run of the mill Los Angeles stuff indeed.  My eggs were delicious, btw.