"It's okay, my lovely, I won't rush you."
"What part of overwhelmed don't you understand? I am feeling rushed. I just said it was overwhelming. And you won't rush me to what, exactly?"
I for one can't wait to see the dramatic tension added to this story by Dawn and Ned being discreet at work.
I think the only thing that will calm me down will be a few hours of listening to the Charterstone Jukebox. By the way, I keep getting requests to add "Dawn" by the Four Seasons to the Jukebox. It was added years ago. I've moved it up in the playlist on occasion when past requests have been made, but I'm just going to leave it where it is for now, and let you enjoy "Dawn" and all the music on the jukebox. I most enjoy listening in the car, while I'm mowing the lawn, and when I'm being discreet at work.
Dawn's amazement stems from the fact that stuff doesn't happen in the Worthiverse. So when something does, it is first to be doubted and then avoided. Trust me. Today's thrill is merely a prologue to tomorrow's tedium. Even after Jared rustles the hydrangeas.
I'm really happy for Dawn. It looks like she has found true love at last! All signs point to yes! I'm equally happy for Ned, whose bitter divorce left him emotionally devastated. But now an attractive young coed has looked deep into his soul and revived his heart like no medical professional ever could.
Also, happy for Jared, who dodged a bullet.
"Dawn, there's been a lot of confusion about health insurance. As you know, Congress hasn't been able to fulfill its manic ambition to deprive millions of people of their health care. I'd like you to summarize all of the issues and view points and send it out in a MASS MAILING to my patients. Thanks. You're amazingly mature."
Las Vegas oddsmakers are saying Dr. Ned Fletcher is the creep, and Jared will be the frog prince that rescues Dawn, but Atlantic City is saying that good looking men with money are always princes, and quirky oddballs like Jared are the creeps. Place your bets.
Dawn is so awesome. She can already tell that Jared is a total loser, with his orange scrubs and his shaggy hair. Heck, he isn't even thirty yet, which makes him nothing more than a snot-nosed child, good for nothing more than a trifling annoyance in her day. I love Dawn. She's awesome.
Maybe it's just because I'm a guy, but is anyone else starting to get the impression that Dawn is hitting on Ned, and not the other way around? Or is Dawn saying things that accelerate the relationship without actually intending to establish a relationship? After Sunday's strip, and today's, I'm not so sure what's going on anymore. Actually... I never have been.
Careful, here, Dawn. This isn't some widowed art professor who takes you to lunch at the student center cafe. This is Dr. Ned Fletcher, Divorcé, who takes you to dinner at Le Cochon ("The Pig" - French foreshadowing) and makes a point of telling you how excruciatingly "lonely" he is. When he invites you home to practice yoga, he won't mean it literally this time.
"Well, first of all, you should know I'm not your employee. I'm a temp. An independent contractor. Second, I already have a history of inappropriate relationships with older, creepy men. And third, I sunk a cruise ship."
[Sidenote: Did anyone see this and NOT think of the Hoosiers?}
Every day, in every way, this is looking more and more like my college summer job working at the Medical Group. I hope Dawn doesn't have to put up with the same kind of sexual harassment I had to put up with from some of the ladies on the staff. Of course, back in those days, I had no idea what sexual harassment was. I only know it made me feel uncomfortable.
Woah, Mary. Not medical practice. Medical group. They don't have to practice anymore. They know what they're doing.
I'm sensitive to this, having worked at the Palo Alto Center for Pulmonary Disease Prevention and Smoking Cessation Medical Group when I was about Dawn's age, summers, while I was in college. Making appointments, filing, running errands... as I mentioned a few weeks ago. Wait. Is Dawn going to live my life now?
Oh! Oh! Let me answer! Let me answer! It was the best cruise EVER! I especially enjoyed the many offshore activities such as door kicking and horseback riding on romantic isolated beaches! But there were very good onboard activities, too, like browsing the photo gallery and towel folding. And the FOOD!
If this story is truly over, maybe it's time to award the word "Good" for being the most used word in this story. I always enjoy a nice love story. They're good. Now, where'd I put my cigarettes?
Good: 21 Enjoy: 19 Love: 18 Nice: 7
It would also be a shame for them not to work things out because Derek lied to Katie after she caught him making out with a flaming hot strawberry blonde whom he spent hours with, smoking cigarettes and singing show tunes. But, yeah, misunderstandings are also bad.
Good: 21 Enjoy: 19 Love: 18 Nice: 7
Katie's Thought Bubble: I love him, but can I trust him again? That look in his eyes tells me that he wants to quit smoking and shipboard entertainers for me, but he lacks the confidence in himself that he needs to succeed. Is there anything I can do to help him? Is there some change I need to make to help him overcome the powerful addictions he has to tobacco and show tunes?
Derek's Thought Bubble: I'd like to eat now, but I can't be the first to break eye contact.
No change today in our verb and adjective tally, but I missed a few days so I want to post an update. "Good" took the lead on Thursday:
Good: 20 Enjoy: 19 Love: 17 Nice: 7
I'm not sure how Derek intends to fulfill his promise never to look at a cigarette. Maybe he'll put the patch over his eyes.
His sudden visual aversion to cigarettes, however, reminds me of our oldest daughter who as a very young child would freak out if she even saw someone smoking. She'd make quite a scene. One day, when she was three, she said to me, "Cigarettes are yucky! My friends smoke cigarettes and they say, 'yuck!' John says yuck! Ashley says yuck! They just like normular food, like canola bars and juice."
Enjoy: 19 Good: 19 Love: 14 Nice: 7
Mary offers excellent advice! The only problem is that she's basing it on faulty information. I think Derek should probably "review past interactions" one more time and see if he has anything else to add, like "Esme is a goddess, and she kissed me on the veranda!"
"The other thing I have in common with Esme is we both know all the words to all the songs in all the Bing Crosby "Road" movies. So we have two whole things in common. Katie and I have built our entire world around each other, but if I can't be free to smoke and sing show tunes, well, I'm just gonna die. Oh, Mary, what ever shall I do?"
Derek, it's your choice. You can either be a caveman (smoking, lying, cheating), or you can be a sensitive new age man (crying on the shoulder of an old lady you don't even know). You can't be both. Being both wouldn't make sense.