Love Unscripted
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We carried on just like two long-time friends. He made me laugh a lot. Being around him was surprisingly easy. That whole celebrity person a slipped away and he was just - Ryan - a genuinely nice guy.
“All right, this one’s the tie-breaker. Winner gets all the bragging rights,” he said, playfully tapping me on my rear with the end of his pool stick.
His face took a serious expression as he lined up for his next shot.
“Can I ask you a question, Taryn?”
“Yeah sure, what?” I was curious about what he wanted to know.
“Well I was sort of wondering if you’re married or seeing someone. I don’t know if I could handle having a jealous guy attack me today, too,” he admitted.
“Um, no. I’ve never been married. And, you don’t have to worry - there’s no jealous boyfriend either,” I answered quickly, trying to be lighthearted and reassuring about it.
After the words flew out of my mouth I wished I could have rephrased them. I stared down at the ground with embarrassment. This is why I shouldn’t drink beer – you get too honest with people, you idiot. He probably thinks you’re some basket case that no man wants.
But I rationalized that he had already been accosted once today; I’m sure a bar fight would be the last thing he needed to deal with.
“You’re not dating anyone?” He sounded sort of shocked.
Looking him in the eyes was like taking a shot of truth serum.
“No, no one,” I answered honestly.
My mind flashed back to the last man I dated. How Thomas (‘The Asshole’ as he was referred to now) asked me to marry him, how he promised to love me forever, and how I gave the ring back after I found out that he had an insatiable appetite for random sex with strangers. He was the last entry on a short list of guys who smashed my heart into pieces.
“Hmm, that’s good to know.” Ryan nodded while leaning over to take his next shot on the pool table. “So why is that?”
“I suppose the right man hasn’t walked through my door yet,” I answered casually, trying to redeem myself.
In reality, men walked in and out of my door every day, but I’d been numb for so long I didn’t even care to notice them. My need for selfpreservation was stronger.
His eyes locked on mine as he purposely missed the last shot of the game.
“Guess I get all the bragging rights then,” I whispered after I sunk the last ball on the table. He congratulated me with another soft high-five.
I noticed him glance at his watch as he finished his drink. I assumed he was thinking about leaving so I peeked behind the window blind slightly to see if there were still people loitering on the sidewalk.
“Is the coast clear?” he asked, even though he knew my answer.
“No. There’s still a crowd out there. I see guys with cameras and a lot of women.”
“This is ridiculous,” he sighed and rubbed his eyes with his fingers.
“What’s worse, the paparazzi or the T-shirt ripping psychos?”
“They’re about even,” Ryan muttered. “Most of the fans are great, but some of them go to scary extremes – like today. And the paparazzi, well, they’re relentless.” His voice sounded so defeated.
“You really have no freedom or privacy, do you?” I said matter-of-factly as I glanced back at him.
“No,” he whispered. “Not anymore.”
He looked completely forlorn. I felt so bad for him. How someone could have everything and at the same time, have nothing at all. I had to fight back the urge to go over to him and wrap him in a big hug. I didn’t know what else to say, besides, “I’m sorry.”
He gave me a brief smile, but the anguish on his face was so plain to see.
“They aren’t going to leave until they’re sure you’re not in here, are they?” I didn’t want to say this out loud but it was a question that had to be asked.
“No.” His eyes shot up to lock on mine.
“Well, you can’t just walk out into that! No way!” I envisioned him leaving through the front door and getting attacked again by the throng of screaming women.
“What choice do I have?” he sighed. “Even if I manage to get to the street...” his voice trailed in defeat.
My mind was plotting – how to gain him safe passage out of here. The thought of him getting accosted by that horde out there pissed me off.
“Let me go check the back door, see if the way is clear. Stay here, okay?”
Ryan didn’t reply; the gleam of hope in his eyes was confirmation enough that he was willing to accept my help.
“All right, this one’s the tie-breaker. Winner gets all the bragging rights,” he said, playfully tapping me on my rear with the end of his pool stick.
His face took a serious expression as he lined up for his next shot.
“Can I ask you a question, Taryn?”
“Yeah sure, what?” I was curious about what he wanted to know.
“Well I was sort of wondering if you’re married or seeing someone. I don’t know if I could handle having a jealous guy attack me today, too,” he admitted.
“Um, no. I’ve never been married. And, you don’t have to worry - there’s no jealous boyfriend either,” I answered quickly, trying to be lighthearted and reassuring about it.
After the words flew out of my mouth I wished I could have rephrased them. I stared down at the ground with embarrassment. This is why I shouldn’t drink beer – you get too honest with people, you idiot. He probably thinks you’re some basket case that no man wants.
But I rationalized that he had already been accosted once today; I’m sure a bar fight would be the last thing he needed to deal with.
“You’re not dating anyone?” He sounded sort of shocked.
Looking him in the eyes was like taking a shot of truth serum.
“No, no one,” I answered honestly.
My mind flashed back to the last man I dated. How Thomas (‘The Asshole’ as he was referred to now) asked me to marry him, how he promised to love me forever, and how I gave the ring back after I found out that he had an insatiable appetite for random sex with strangers. He was the last entry on a short list of guys who smashed my heart into pieces.
“Hmm, that’s good to know.” Ryan nodded while leaning over to take his next shot on the pool table. “So why is that?”
“I suppose the right man hasn’t walked through my door yet,” I answered casually, trying to redeem myself.
In reality, men walked in and out of my door every day, but I’d been numb for so long I didn’t even care to notice them. My need for selfpreservation was stronger.
His eyes locked on mine as he purposely missed the last shot of the game.
“Guess I get all the bragging rights then,” I whispered after I sunk the last ball on the table. He congratulated me with another soft high-five.
I noticed him glance at his watch as he finished his drink. I assumed he was thinking about leaving so I peeked behind the window blind slightly to see if there were still people loitering on the sidewalk.
“Is the coast clear?” he asked, even though he knew my answer.
“No. There’s still a crowd out there. I see guys with cameras and a lot of women.”
“This is ridiculous,” he sighed and rubbed his eyes with his fingers.
“What’s worse, the paparazzi or the T-shirt ripping psychos?”
“They’re about even,” Ryan muttered. “Most of the fans are great, but some of them go to scary extremes – like today. And the paparazzi, well, they’re relentless.” His voice sounded so defeated.
“You really have no freedom or privacy, do you?” I said matter-of-factly as I glanced back at him.
“No,” he whispered. “Not anymore.”
He looked completely forlorn. I felt so bad for him. How someone could have everything and at the same time, have nothing at all. I had to fight back the urge to go over to him and wrap him in a big hug. I didn’t know what else to say, besides, “I’m sorry.”
He gave me a brief smile, but the anguish on his face was so plain to see.
“They aren’t going to leave until they’re sure you’re not in here, are they?” I didn’t want to say this out loud but it was a question that had to be asked.
“No.” His eyes shot up to lock on mine.
“Well, you can’t just walk out into that! No way!” I envisioned him leaving through the front door and getting attacked again by the throng of screaming women.
“What choice do I have?” he sighed. “Even if I manage to get to the street...” his voice trailed in defeat.
My mind was plotting – how to gain him safe passage out of here. The thought of him getting accosted by that horde out there pissed me off.
“Let me go check the back door, see if the way is clear. Stay here, okay?”
Ryan didn’t reply; the gleam of hope in his eyes was confirmation enough that he was willing to accept my help.
