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menu.
She orders salads and a lot of vegetables with soda. I am not a
vegetarian. I order what I like best: chicken, rice, bread, and
soda. I always eat with my hands, but the occasion forces me to eat
with knife and fork. We eat placidly and start talking.
     
     
     

Chapter 2
     
     
     
    "Tell me about yourself Sara. Were you born
here? What is your life story? You know, in general. Feel free to
share only what you want." I am very self-conscious of talking and
eating at the same time. I make sure that I am done chewing before
I speak to her. I also have a habit of slouching forward when I am
sitting down. This makes me look weak, and women love strong men.
Now, I sit up prideful and straight at all times. I am forced to
play the love game.
    "Well, okay. Yeah, I was born here. I am the
daughter of my two biggest loves in the world, my parents. They are
the cutest couple in the world. They always like to go out dancing.
My sister and I are bffs. Unfortunately, I don't see her as much.
She moved to New York."
    After I am done chewing, I speak again. "Wow,
that is really far away from Jersey."
    "What? Are you crazy? It's right next-door.
You're sort of right. I don't see her as often as before. It was a
horror story for my parents and I. It was difficult to see my older
sister move out. I really loved being together with her, but she
wanted to become a famous singer. My parents wanted her in college.
My sister is stubborn. No one could do anything about it." Sara
makes a sad face as she tells me this.
    "Is she a millionaire?" I ask this to
brighten up the conversation.
    "Nah, man (she laughs). She has been involved
in organizing events and staging events for Kat Kitty. She works as
part of the camera crew. I do visit my sister in her Manhattan
apartment. At least, I see her most of the weekends." Every time
she smiles during conversation, I get a special feeling inside. It
is hard to describe.
    "In terms of your parents, do they still love
each other?" I am expecting an idealistic answer of what love is.
To me, love or infatuation eventually ends. I can't imagine an old
couple still loving each other like they did when they were young.
Especially, after they discover all their flaws.
    "Yeah, man. They always celebrate their
wedding anniversary and stuff. What? Don't you believe it is
possible?" Sara looks at me strange. In her mind, everyone finds
love and keeps it forever. I feel sorry for her. She is like
everybody else. She believes a fantasy that is not real. No matter
how much education a person has; they will still cling to the
belief that love does exist.
    I don't want to get into an argument about
love. I refrain from going into detail about my views. "No, I do
believe. When it comes to my home, my parents are together only
because of me. They despise each other."
    "No way. Oh my God. Are you serious?" She
asks in a surprised tone.
    "Okay. I exaggerate a little, but they don't
love each other. That's true."
    "Enough of me or your parents, how about you
tell me more about yourself, Jimmy?"
    "I was born here, too. I am more of a
domestic person. I don't go out much. I am a shy person."
    "Oh, really. Well, I'm a domestic person,
too. I do like to go out though. I am very outgoing."
    "Yes, I think that I need a person like you
in my life." That is what I long for, a person like her in my life.
A person I can form a lasting friendship with. I need someone who I
am not so crazy over to avoid the trap of believing that love is
real. I don't want to be like everybody else. The strength of our
friendship will determine how long our relationship will last if
she happens to like me back.
    "Oh (she laughs), probably...how many
brothers or sisters do you have?"
    "None."
    "None?" She opens up her eyes wide.
    "None."
    "None?"
    "Yes, I am an only child, Sara. Guilty as
charged."
    "Are you a spoiled brat?" She asks
inquisitively
    "I wouldn't put it that way. I am very loved
by my parents."
    "Didn't picture you that way. In our