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âI said we can move in somewhere new together if that helps. As long as itâs dog-friendly.â
âIt doesnât help, and besidesâthe dog decides where we live?â I said. âItâs all about the dog.â
âActually, itâs all about the green card,â she replied without looking up from the form. âThey want to know if youâre a communist,â she said, reading. âOr a Nazi.â
âDonât change the subject, please. This isnât going to work if you keep making me feel like Iâm beholden to you,â I warned.
âIâm not doing that,â she said.
âYou are.â
âIâm not.â
âYou are .â
âIâm not .â
âYouââ I grabbed a couch cushion, slammed it to my face, andbriefly screamed into it with the frustration. God, that felt better. I lowered the cushion. âYou are,â I said calmly.
âIâm not. But Iâm not willing to give up my dog so you can get a green card.â
âYou should have thought of that before insisting that I marry you,â I said.
âYou should have thought of that before marrying a woman with a dog,â she retorted.
I moved in with her.
No, letâs be clear about this:
I moved in with them .
Chapter 5
I sublet my place (month to month). We told all our friends that we were shacking up together; my mates were shocked and stunned, to say the least, knowing me for being single so long, and going on about having my own placeâand then moving in with her so fast. Her friends were âconcerned but supportive,â she reported. Her last live-in relationship had been pretty awful. The museum crowd had seen her through it and now they were allâespecially Lenaâprotective, and so they were a little anxious that it was happening so quickly. (Although for the record, Lena generally liked me, considering me the opposite of the evil exâshe referred to me as âthe anti-Jonathan.â âThat must mean Jonathan has a very small cock,â I said, to which Lena replied that that wasnât a very funny joke for me to share with anyone but Sara. Prude.)
Danny lent me his truck to drop off boxes, instruments, and a large suitcase.
And then there I was, moved in with her.
And it was, of course, awkward and weird and yet secretly exciting in its way, because I loved being around her. I digitalized all my music and brought it with me on my iPod, which made mefeel very twenty-first-century despite my established history as a Luddite. I kept reminding myself that this was only temporary, for a greater cause, and that we would weather it as friends. And because we were so damn crazy about each other. Who knew, maybe someday weâd think about doing this for real?
Maybe. Probably not, though. Everyone knows romance lasts longer if you donât live together.
Meanwhile, I became preoccupied with earning my keep. I paid for a cleaner to come weekly, after it was made clear that I did not keep the bathroom as neat as I imagined myself keeping it. I pretended to be Colin Farrell on her answering machine. I cooked meals for her, and I gave her foot massages and caressed her in bed. I serenaded her.
And I promised her I would not scratch the very nice paint job in her apartment when I eventually started climbing the walls.
The thing about out-of-work actors and musicians is that, besides being out of work, we canât go job-hunting like normal people do. Between my expired visa and the government checking me out, I wasnât supposed to be working at all . I taped an audition for Dougie to send to the producers, to get the ball rolling should the Irish-detective-rock-star series get off the ground. That was exciting, got me downtown to the offices of Bostonâs best casting director, but took less than an afternoon. Meanwhile I had to turn down Timon of Athens, not that I was so excited about it,