I hope you all enjoyed this new feature as much as I did! Your wild imaginations made for a great story line! To read the completed tale you all helped create,
"I can't believe I did it.. I actually went blond!!" I said in utter shock. "Marco, my stylist, has been convincing me to go for like a year and now that I've done it I'm totally ready to start my social experiment: do blonds or brunettes have more fun?" I explained into my cell phone as I hurried down the street to meet Jason. "I'm really excited for happy hour. I get to begin my experiment!" Already, I felt bubbly and ready for fun - was it the hair talking? I caught a glimpse of myself in a store window on my way to meet Jason. "Hmmm -- this hair needs something. Gucci sunglasses! Jason won't mind if I'm a ave the scene scoped out and your next conquest selected. Girl how do you do it?? The real reason I called you to meet me here is that I have to tell you something... Chad and I are looking for a surrogate, and I know its a lot to ask of you, but we've been bff's since the sandbox days. Whadaya say? I didn't think anything would draw my attention away from the hottie in the corner, but Jason's question snapped me out of my reverie. "You are telling me you want these genes for your kid? You do remember what my nose looked like a few years ago, don't you?" At that, Jason broke out laughing. I could tell he had been nervous, as anyone would be, asking someone to father their child. After a short pause (did i mention awkward pause) I realized he was serious. Just as I realized this, I ordered a cosmo from the cute bartender and told him to prepare two more because I'll be right back. Jason, who was still waiting for that long awaited response, hovered above me like a helicopter until I finally blurted out, "find my heart, you can have my body. Find my soul, and I'm yours forever."
Jason stared at me as I downed my drink and was working on standing so Kyle could catch my most flattering angle. "Maybe we should talk about this another time when you're not busy doing your best axe commercial impression. Boom chica bowow!" He said with a laugh. I was about to respond when I caught Kyle's eye and he smiled. And with that smile I was reminded of the wedding. The wedding I couldn't remember before but I was suddenly remembering now. Kyle was the Best Man and he gave the sweetest speech. I suddenly remembered his exact words. He said," "True love is your soul's recognition of its counterpoint in another," which made me smile because I knew he was quoting "The Wedding Crashers." While others wiped their eyes after his words (including Jason), I smiled knowing I caught him. But still I couldn't get the questioning look out of Jason's eyes. "So will you do it?" He asked. "What? Be your surrogate??" I turned my full attention on him-knowing Kyle would be into me playing hard to get and said I remember he came with a date. I wonder if he's still into blonde's.
Jason gave me a death glare! "Have you always been this self absorbed?" he said. I wondered why his panties are all in a knot. "But Jason, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity here. What are the chances of seeing him again!" He gave me an incredulous look and said "By the way, the blond looks brassy." as he stomped out of the bar. I felt bad, but even worse now I was alone and Kyle was looking so good that I couldn't take my eyes off of him. When the bartender asked me if I wanted another drink I said "sure, but will you send one over to that gentlemen in the corner?" Just as I turned back around to refresh my mental picture of him, a tall brunette in what possibly could have been the shortest dress in all of New York City, was giving him a kiss on the cheek. I wondered who this floozy was. She was kissing my man (well not really but the guy who I am utterly attracted to). As Kyle was getting the drink I ordered, I decided to make my way to the ladies room. Since Kyle was standing in this brunette's direction, I figured a small minor bump into may spill the drink on this floozy. That will show her to mess with my man! As I oh-so-subtly bumped into Ms. Floozy on my way to the Ladies', she lost her balance and fell into Kyle's arms. Drat! It backfired! Now she's kissed him *and* been saved by him! As the pair regained their balance, Ms. Floozy turned to face me. I was not expecting to see... my publisher, Martha! I stammered, my face flushing a deep red. I managed to squeak, "Hello, Martha. I'm actually here working on my next article." Luckily, she clapped her hands together, completely forgetting how I'd collided into her moments before. "Lizzie!" she squealed, "you've gone blond! You look absolutely fabulous! I -must- introduce you to my nephew, Kyle." My cheeks flush red embarrassed by my mistake. "Kyle," I say holding out my hand, "it's so nice to meet you again." We shake hands and I can feel the electricity charge through our touch. I snap back to reality when Martha asks me, "So what's this article about?" In that instant my mind went blank. Kyle was not with Martha. hmmm. I wonder if he likes my hair too and then it hit me "On whether blonde's or brunettes have more fun. I have completed the brunette portion of the experiment" I said. I flipped my hair out and said "Time to find out about blonds!" Martha was just about to ask about dependent and independent variables of my "in depth" experiment, when Kyle jumps in and says, "Have we met before?" Crushed! I struggle to find the right words but my mind is racing and now he's smiling and I can't stop wondering if he ever had braces because his teeth are perfect.
"I'm kidding," he says, touching my hip. "The wedding, how could I forget? You were the one that had the best chicken dance!" Of all the things he could remember about me, it had to be that damn chicken dance. "Yea! That was me!" I said to humor him and myself. "So what are you doing here in NYC? I thought you lived in Los Angeles!" He took a sip of his drink when Martha budded in with "Oh well Kyle here is getting married this weekend at the Waldorf!" I stood in shock. I replied to Martha, "I'm sorry, this may be the cosmos talking, but what did you just say?" Martha replied, "Kyle is getting married to Jana, you remember Jana she used to be your gynecologist. (Great the man I want inspecting my private parts is marrying the one person who knows more about them than me) I thought to myself, 'ohhhhhh I'm so happy for you Jana is so lovely' but I quickly said my goodbyes and made an hasty retreat for home. On mt way, I hastily called Jason for support as I always do in situations like this. He wasn't answering his phone. Why isn't he answering his phone? Oh... yeah... I left him at the bar! I am such a horrible friend I thought to myself and immediately drove myself back to the hair salon -- clearly nothing was going to go my way as a blond so I went back to my roots, dark long locks just as I belong!