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We sit. On the white couch. Like two grown-ups.
“I’m an idiot,” I say.
“What happened?”
Sighing, I confess, “Nothing. I sat next to Perry for two
hours watching some dumb DVD and listening to my own
heartbeat. He even spooned my foot! But I’m too much of
a dunce to make a move. I don’t even know how to move!
What’s the rule here? When a guy spoons your bare foot, do
you just lay one on him?”
Aunt Marty bursts out laughing.
“It’s not funny!” I say. “Perfect Girl probably knows
exactly what to do and I’m a moron.”
“You, my love, are brilliant.”
I roll my eyes.
“Guys feel close by being together,” she says. “They
don’t need soul-baring like we do. Be with him while he’s
doing what he loves, and he’ll love you for it.”
“I’ve been with him all his life! That’s the problem. I
need to figure out how to be with him differently. Less
friend, more girlfriend.”
“Ah,” Aunt Marty says, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
“You need a specific plan to rev up his desire.”
“Yes! A Perry Plan.”
She kicks off her shoes, leans back, and tucks her legs
beneath her, the way she did when we first met in New
York. She looks like a lioness reclining beneath a tree.
“Okay. Let’s start with the basics.”
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