Page 134 of Girls Will Be Girls
Can you get more of Buck in the paddleboarding one?
I love him.
Your yoga articles are always so incredible
Can we do ceramics and sip?
Does that count as workplace bonding?
It does now. I’m making it happen.
Where do I find myself a hunky sailor man? The way you describe that day makes me need to fan myself.
Louisa.
The one about bar dancing as cardio…
You’re a goddamn genius!
The hardest part about my job is not sending a string of love heart emojis orthank you thank you thank yousafter every message. Evelyn is so supportive, she’s such a champion for my writing. After every piece of feedback she’s sent me over the last two days, I’ve wondered if there could be any truth behind what Lou was saying. That she values me so much that she’d do anything to keep me.
Reading back through her feedback, it kind of feels like it, and that’s both exciting and terrifying.
Could I really just walk into her office and ask for what I want? Ask for the job I’ve been dreaming about for years? Can it really be that simple?
It’s exhilarating, this feeling that it might be possible, but also too scary a thought to have on a Saturday, because the anxiety that comes with the idea of actually having to ask her is heart-stopping. This is a Monday problem, not a weekend one.
Especially as today’s the day Lou gets here.
I don’t know how long he’s planning on sticking around yet, but I’ve wanted to make sure I have no distractions. Hence, the complete concentration on writing and drafting like crazy.
I’m also nervous about seeing him, so I’ve been slightly psychotically cleaning our apartment all morning.
Frida is planning on staying with the boys — Caspar and Gordy — for a couple of days. I told her she absolutely doesn’tneed to leave, but she’s adamant about giving us space.Start him off easy, she said. Ease him into the group.
I think she also doesn’t want to be around any more couples. She’s notoriously nauseous at the idea of all the coupley love in our group, so a weekend with the singles club is what she wants.
I was grumpy when Lou insisted he’d meet me at my place. I wanted to pick him up at the airport, but he was adamant that I didn’t need to ride the train all the way to Queens and back. Now that I’m an hour out from him arriving at the apartment, I’m much less grumpy, due to the fact that I’m yet to shower or get ready in any way.
Frida is still here, and she’s reveling in my panic with1989playing gently in the background.
“What are your plans for today?” I ask her, as I walk out of the steaming bathroom and drop down next to her on the floor to do my makeup.
She glides the dark purple polish along her nails. “I’m working for a few hours and then going to some fancy party.”
“Ooh, I like fancy parties.” I hint.
She sticks me with a glare. “You have dinner.”
“But after,” I say like it’s obvious. “What party is it?”
“Not sure.” She says. “You know how I’ve done a few party promotional things to earn extra cash, well there was an invite in the mail for‘The Party of the Year’, it said.” She air quotes carefully with wet nails.
“La-di-da.”
“It’s super mysterious. All I know is it’s fancy, free food and drinks, and it should be amazing.” She explains. “So we’re all going.” She says. “I’ll let you know if it’s any good, and you can meet us there after.”
“Based on the way Lou talks about his parents, we’ll probably need the party after to unwind,” I say.
