Notting Hill

This unfortunate impasse was breached by the arrival of James the shaggy British accountant.

“Hi girls!”

Hazel and Molly smiled their welcome, and inquired after his latest romantic endeavors (it will be remembered that when last seen he’d been intent on a weekend of “Speed Dating”).

“Oh it was horrible! Complete flop! Luke and I decided to watch the women going into the pub before going in ourselves- good thing too. They were all these nasty biker girls with tattoos and leather. Why do biker girls go speed dating anyway?”

The girls shrugged and said they had no idea. Hazel, who’d come dangerously close to asking why anyone would go speed dating then asked, “So what did you do?”

“Oh, we went back to my place and looked up a few of the internet dating services. Luke wrote profiles for us both, and I’ve met a few really nice girls. I think they’re nice anyway. Never can tell till you’ve met them though. And I’m a bit anxious about meeting them.”

“Shy with strangers?” inquired Molly.
“No,” replied James, rather sheepishly. “Luke slightly exaggerated a few bits on the profile.”

“Slightly?” said Hazel, who was well acquainted with the enterprising Luke and his ways.

“Well, actually he flat out lied about a few things. So I can’t really meet up with the girls with a free conscience. Not unless I actually start training Paws with a Cause dogs and listening to Jewel. Oh,” he tittered nervously “And making six figures.”

Both ladies slapped their heads. Groaning a deep sigh, Hazel asked, “WHY did you let Luke say those things?”

“Oh, well the rest of it was quite brilliant really! He said the most beautiful things, and the internet girls are going crazy over it! One girl said she thought we must be soul mates after reading it! And she was stunning! Blonde and blue eyed…’ He sighed dreamily. “She said that any straight guy who’s favorite film was Notting Hill was destined to be her dream man. What’s Notting Hill all about anyway? I may have been through it once or twice. Some sort of travelogue?”

“Not quite. Rent it. You’ll see.” Molly was highly amused by this latest development in James’ love life, or lack thereof. Who needed soap operas when there was James?

‘Right. Well I’m off- was going to watch football tonight, but I suppose I’ll pop by Blockbuster and learn about Notting Hill.” He puttered off.