Call
Girl, in which
Tori Spelling portrays a young woman struggling to pay for her college education with money earned
working as an escort - based on a true story).
At first it was very difficult to get Tina to focus on the situation at hand. All she wanted to know about
was what Prince
William was like. I tried to explain to her that, beyond commenting that it was hot on the Cote d'Azur for
December, Prince William and I hardly spoke to one another; I because my heart, of course, belongs to
another, and he because apparently
he found my treatise on the plight of the giant sea turtle less than scintillating.
This was extremely disappointing to Tina.
'The least you could have done,' she said, 'was get his email address. I mean, even Britney Spears has
that, and she's not
even royalty.'
Ever since she started going out with him, Tina's boyfriend, Dave Farouq El-Abar, has shied away from
commitment, saying that a man can't let himself get tied down before the age of sixteen. So, even though
Tina claims Dave is her Romeo in cargo pants, she has been keeping her eyes open for a nice boy willing
to make a commitment.
Although I think Prince William is too old for her. I suggested she try for Will's little brother Harry, who is
actually very cute
as well, but Tina said then she'd never get to be queen, a sentiment I guess I can understand, although
believe me, being
royal loses a lot of its glamour once it actually happens to you.
'Look,' I said. "I'm sorry, OK? But I had other things on my mind. Like for instance that there is a distinct
possibility
Michael only likes me as a friend.'
'What?' Tina was shocked. 'But I thought you said he used the L word the night of the
Non-Denominational Winter Dance!'
'He did,' I said. 'Only he didn't say he was in love with me. He just said he loved me.'
Fortunately I didn't have to explain any further. Tina has read enough romance novels to know exactly
what I was getting at.
'Guys don't say the word love unless they mean it, Mia,' she said. 'I know. Dave never uses it with me.'
There was a throb
of pain in her voice.
'Yes, I know,' I said, sympathetically. 'But the question is, how did Michael mean it? I mean, Tina, I've
heard him say he
loves his dog. But he is not in love with his dog.'
'I guess I can see what you mean,' Tina said, though she sounded kind of doubtful. 'So, what are you
going to do?' 'That's
why I'm calling you!'
So then, just as I'd known she would, Tina came up with a plan. She was perfectly appalled when she
found out Michael
and I had not even spoken since the night of the Non-Denominational Winter Dance. I explained to her
the whole phone situation, and she said, no problem, that I should call her back in five minutes. So I did.
It was a really long five minutes,
but I managed to keep from going crazy during it by pushing down all my cuticles with the tip of my
sceptre, which was
lying around.
Pushing down your cuticles is not biting them, so I was still well within the confines of my New Year's
resolution.
When I called back precisely five minutes later, Tina had the number of Michael's grandmother's condo
in Florida!
'How did you get it?' I asked her, in astonishment.
'Easy,' Tina said. 'I just called information, and asked for the number for every Moscovitz in Boca Raton,
and then I called
each one on the list until I got the right one. Lilly answered. She's expecting your call.'
I couldn't believe how nice this was of Tina. Also how stupid I was not to have thought of doing it myself.
'Now that you have the number,' Tina said, 'how are you going to find out? Whether Michael is in love
with you or not?
I mean, you're not just going to ask him, are you?'
'Well,' I said. 'Yeah. That was the plan.'
'You can't put him on the spot like that,' Tina said. 'You've got to be more subtle. Remember, he's
Michael, which of course makes him vastly superior to most people, but he's still a guy.'
I hadn't thought of this.