*LE SIGH*

Let's see... I waited all day for the moment I'd get in her car. When I saw her pull up I was mostly ready to go: she was three minutes early so I had to pull my phone off the charger and ...by that time she was at my door. I had not expected her to come to the door.
I told her it was open and she stepped in. There she was inside my house for only a brief moment but it was enough to shake me. I handed her a crinkly plastic grocery bag and said "This is for you."
She said "What is it?" and I said "Chicken salad." But that wasn't enough, I had to go on: "it's from the first batch I made today, and no utensils have touched it, no one has breathed on it, it was only exposed to air for about long enough for me to mix it up." "Well your hands touched it" she said. "I had gloves on" I replied. "Oh".
Then we got into the car and ... wow it is a nice nice car. So clean and so sleek and ...she started to talk about how her car is very neat and her house is NOT.
And I was in her car and time was suspended and I was trying to analyze how and why it had gotten to that point where I was in her car and making it such a big bloody deal. I barely said two words the whole way to the theater. If I did talk, I don't remember.
when we got out I made sure to linger by the door and not follow her in. Then through out the play we were sharing stuff about Zombie films and she said something about how the best part of "The Night of the Living Dead" was when the girl ate her father. (hhmm...)
And then she went on to say that she wanted to see a sit-com about Zombies. How there would be a goldfish floating upside down in the fish bowl. A Zombie goldfish.
And I said, "oh it would be just like on the "YOUNG ONES" when they zoom in on a matchbox and the matchbox says "Don't look at me, I'm irrelevant!"
You should have seen her eyes when I mentioned the YOUNG ONES. She got so excited ... and then she was viewing clips from the Young Ones on her iPhone on You Tube while people were trying to talk to us. I was saying "NEIL! Vivian!" and making her laugh.
At that point I realized I was totally fucked. She likes the YOUNG ONES as much as I do. Maybe more.
She said she was in therapy, that she had just started going. She said her husband wouldn't like for her to go to the cast party tomorrow night.
Oh no, this is not good and it's going to be over in two days. It will get more intense with every passing moment and then Saturday we'll say goodbye like we did at Rocky Horror.
Then I'll forget about her except for the occasional thought; until we do the next show ... in seven months. Good grief. I'm glad it's almost over.
I was getting out of the car and she said "Same time tomorrow. And I'll be expecting more food."
Then she zoomed off into the night in her Mazda. I truly need to cut my losses here.