Transplanted Life
Friday, August 05, 2005
Wow, that T-storm came out of nowhere
It started raining hard about ten minutes ago (and I probably shouldn't be using the computer with the lightning and all, but it's on and will stay on until we close in twenty minutes, so I may as well).

I'm guessing that this puts a kibosh on the whole Shakespeare in the park thing Chet and I had planned for tonight. I wonder what we'll do instead. Truthfully, I'm just dreading my walks to and from the bus stop.

Also, what are the odds that this storm hit just before the cable guy was going to climb a pole to re-active our service, as opposed to just after he'd finished? (As to why my cable got shut off earlier this week, Comcast claims it's been disconnected for the better part of a year. True, I can't remember paying a bill, or Maureen mentioning it, but I can't say I recall seeing one, either.)

So, anyway, on the whole "Marti freaking out over Chet maybe giving Carter the eye" thing... One thing I hadn't really considered is that that's my old body and that's what draws Chet's attention. I haven't quite gotten used to it, but I see Carter with the buzz-cut and actual definition to his muscles and I can disassociate myself with that form, but Chet doesn't exactly know what that body looked like three years ago. I suppose, in a way, that makes me being cool with the dresses and heels and cosmetics weirder, because Carter is really starting to project the same sort of overt, almost-aggressive masculinity that the original Carter had when I first met him, without it being over-compensation (which he was doing for a while).

Or maybe I'm still thinking about this way too much.

Monday, August 01, 2005
Damn Kate for putting the idea in my head
Last week, Kate dropped this idea on me, which was absurd when I first heard it but tended to eat at me. What she said, basically, was that she got a weird vibe off Chet at the birthday party the previous day - that there had always been something a little off about him, but this sort of put it into relief for her. I said, well, yeah, he's into me despite knowing about my history. Kate laughed a little at that, but said that's the thing - she thinks he's going out with me not in spite of how I kind of used to be a guy, but because of it.

Apparently I'd been having too much fun to notice, but Carter told Kate that he thought Chet was giving him an eye. At first, Kate told him that he was just paranoid - his memories of being in Samantha Haskins's body aren't happy ones, and Kate says he sometimes thinks guys are giving him the once-over, like a vet having flashbacks. But then she found herself on the lookout for it, and she thought that maybe, maybe, my boyfriend could have been scoping hers out.

Which I didn't want to hear, obviously. Who would? I mean, I think I would have noticed it, right? But it festers in my head, and I start thinking of how Chet and I always seem to have more fun doing "guy stuff" - watching ballgames, going to action movies, getting a home network or home theater wired up, that sort of thing - than more traditional boy/girl stuff. Part of that's me - I don't get excited about flowers or go mushy over jewelry or want to spend hours looking at shoes when we go shopping - but I do expect to be treated like a woman sometimes, even if no-one else is around.

So, that bugged me most of the week. I asked Jen if she thought there was anything to what Kate had said on Wednesday, but if there was, she hadn't seen it. Of course, she joked about being an old married woman now and just not paying attention to that sort of thing anymore.

Friday night, Chet and I go out, see a movie, and head back to his apartment since, I remind him, there's not many weekends left until his roommate returns for the fall semester. Yeah, it crosses my mind that I'm the one initiating sex. But we have fun hanging out the next day, laughing when I tell him about Kate's "theory". We get dinner and head back to his apartment, where he totally makes the first move.

I saw Kate again last night - Harvard Film Archive again, The Freshman and The Sin of Harold Diddlebock - and I tell her she made me crazy for a week, but I don't think it's much to worry about.

But, of course, it's what's on my mind right now, when I really should be working.


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