I met Alex during a production of Hamlet. He was playing the lead and I was playing Guildenstern. A lot of the text had been dramatically manipulated to create original love triangles and his character and mine had been opposed as jealous enemies. He and I, however, became fast friends.
During one early morning rehearsal, well before the play opened, I was feeling distracted and disoriented. The director asked me what was wrong and without really measuring my response, I honestly blurted, "Last night I slept with my babysitter and I'm not sure how I feel about that." Of course, this conjured images in everyone's mind of some pigtailed 15-year old, which was NOT the case.
About half way through the run of our production, I noticed that Amelia had come to see it. Her and I had been dating (fairly) steadily for a couple of months at this point. After the play, I was at the bathroom counter with Alex, washing my face over the sink. He was standing next to me preening in some way.
"Dude, did you see the blonde in the front row?"
"Uhh, yeah."
"Man, she's hot."
"Yeah."
"She made eye contact with me right in the middle of my 'to be or not to be' speech. I was so distracted that I screwed up my speech. Did you hear it?"
"Ha-ha. Uh, no. I missed that."
"Man, I'd love to fu....."
I abruptly lifted my head from washing.
"ALEX, ALEX...That's the babysitter!"
"Whoa. You mean you're . . . . "
"Yes, Alex. That's my girlfriend. She wasn't looking at you; she was looking at me!"
"Fuckin' Dave."
He later told me that he was going to put an "I saw you" ad in Monday magazine to see if he could hook up with her. Sorry, my brother. Been there, done that, and she ain't available. Rumours about the babysitter, however, continued to abound but eventually people understood.
See you in hell,
Shakes.
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