Feta Cheese Made You Like Me

I received a surprise visit at the Box Office today. This person, I am in love with. Her name is Jane, she is my mother. Apparently contract negotiations for the state are going on and this brought her to Madison; to me. She handed me a raspberry muffin through the small rectangular opening in the glass, along with some opinions through the circular one. Really though, the window is not made of glass at all. The window is more of a Plexiglass, glass is just easier on the eyes (while reading). She hates my new haircut, which only inspired me to cut it shorter tonight. I adore her, she makes me smile and presumably spiteful.

I have been employed by the University Theatre since October; not once since then has any of my managerial staff shown much interest in getting to know who I am. Not until today. I am not sure if he got to know me because I overheard him tell my manager I was "cute," or because he was bored. More than likely, he was tired of staring at beige and high on paint fumes. The Director of Theatre just moved in the end of last week. Since then he has repainted his new office, removed every filing cabinet in sight, rearranged the carpeting and given me coffee. The last part won me over instantly. He also met my mother. In order to truly understand who I am, you need to know Jane. She might even tell you this.

And so, he sat with me today for what could have been anywhere between twenty minutes and an hour and just talked. He ate a homemade salad as I fumbled with the corner pages of my book. We talked about my years of ballet, Afghan restaurants, New York, having children, timeless literature, Greek heritage, street fashion and of course, theatre. I was almost sad when he had to leave, but not exactly. I was sorry that a man like him never had any children. Hopefully one day, someone feels that way about me. I felt upset for about a minute and then continued to read.

I lied. I probably will have children someday and they will be the ones feeling sorry for me. I like babies too goddamned much not to.

Alison.