This is unbelievable. It's truly shocking to see myself in such a way.
I've always been a confident person. Always assured of myself. A bit cocky from time to time.
Even playful on occasion. Okay maybe more like all the time.
But here and now? Standing in front of my alternate self, I am in awe!
He's so twitchy and unsure. Keeps glancing around for guidance.
And there is no way I would ever wear something like that.
With the glasses and suit he looks like a Clark Kent reject.
I know I should be listening but I just can't focus at the moment.
I'm too aware of how the Olivia's are reacting to him.
He seems overly comfortable with his and my Olivia seems more open to him.
Did I just say my Olivia? I can't help but think of her that way as she laughs at something he's said. I think I need to walk away for a minute.
I make up some excuse to leave but they hardly seem to notice.
I don't understand. How can they like him? And why does that make me so upset?
It must be the absurdity of it all. I mean really, I don't know what's more disturbing, fact that my alternate self is a complete nerd or that he managed to do what I haven't.
How in the world does he have both Olivia's hanging all over him?
The only Lincoln she should be looking at that way is me.
Maybe I'll give my contacts a little vacation and dust off my old frames.
Probably do my eyes good to rest anyway.
Just as I'm starting to collect my thoughts I hear yet another laugh and look over to see Liv touching his arm. She's actually touching him and it's not a punch or shoulder bump, what the hell!
Shaking my head, I walk over to the trio.
For the sake of my own sanity I have to put a stop to this nonsense.
Stick with your own Olivia!
And why must he have to be so friggn' nice?
I'm trying to hate on you here and your making it difficult.
Again with the twitching! I guess I may be glaring a bit harder then necessary but have a backbone for goodness sake.
Finally it's time to say goodbye and I give a sigh of relief.
From the look Liv is sending me I know she's noticed my dislike of Linc-clone.
Hopefully she thinks it's only the fact that we're so different.
I watch as he and Olivia approach the gateway and notice the back of his hand brushes hers.
She grins, glances around to make sure no one can see and laces their fingers together.
That's it! I'm stopping by Men's Warehouse on my way home.