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Chapter 4
Lorelai Gilmore was frantically racing around her house, wearing nice jeans, her flannel ducky pajama top and one shoe. She passed Rory's bedroom, slid to a stop, and backtracked enough for her to stick her head into her daughter's room and scream "My accessories are revolting!"
Rory skeptically raised an eyebrow, and Lorelai elaborated- "It's a mutiny! They've gotten sick of being misplaced or used to smuggle food, and now they've hidden themselves from me in an effort to force negotiations upon me!"
"What did you lose?" Rory asked, deciding it was a good idea to aid her mother rather than risk her having a complete spaz attack over what could very well be nothing more than a missing earring.
"I lost…" Lorelai breathed in deeply, allowing a short pause as to develop the drama of the situation. "I lost my first date purse!"
Rory stared at her, completely dumbfounded, which was not exactly the distraught response Lorelai had expected. "What's your first date purse?" Rory asked, after finding no recollection of any such item in her memory.
"It's the purse that I always take with me on my first dates, because it represents the quintessential first date characteristics one should always try to embody while on a first date with someone," Lorelai said, as if it were obvious.
"Right," Rory responded, "and these characteristics are…?"
"Oh, it's a long list. Anyway, the purse is black with a shoulder strap. Help me find it."
The pair left the Rory's room, and while Lorelai headed off to check her bedroom for the third time, Rory stayed just outside her room in the kitchen. "Mom!" she bellowed up the stairs, after sighting an object matching Lorelai's description- "Would this be your purse setting on the kitchen table?" Lorelai pounded down the stairs and looked at the table, upon which was her first date purse, currently being used as a napkin holder.
"Oh thank God!" she sighed, and dumped the napkins out of her purse on to the table. "I guess it's been a while since I used this."
"So…" said Rory quizzically, "Do you have many purses for particular numbers of dates?"
"Yes, but not for all dates," Lorelai responded. "I have this one for first dates, of course, and then another for second dates that's more funky and colorful, you know, to let them know even though you're interested enough to go out with them more than once, you're still taking things lightly. Then the third date purse is red and sexy, because everyone knows on the third date---"
"Ok mom!" Rory shouted clasping her hands over her ears, "Too much information! That is something I really don't want to hear about from you."
"Gotcha," said Lorelai, "But the purses are very important. Even lucky, I'd say. And I'll need all the luck I can get to make sure Luke isn't angry at me anymore."
Rory nodded and said, "Hence the hour-long search for a bag that was being used as a napkin dispenser."
"Yes," declared Lorelai seriously. "I didn't even stop to have my 6:00 cup of coffee. I really screwed up talking with Luke… AARRRRGGGHHHH!" she suddenly groaned, "Why don't I think before I say things to people? He's probably so P.O.ed- I just hope he doesn't feel the need to go all 'Heeeeeere's Johnny!' on me."
"I sincerely doubt that," Rory said, sympathetically patting her mother on the shoulder. "Luke likes you way to much to beat you to death with a spiky mallet."
"I should hope so," stated Lorelai, who then spotted the clock on the wall, which read 6:48 p.m. "Crap!" she shrieked, "Luke will be here in a little more than ten minutes and I'm only half dressed!" She hurled her first date purse at Rory and sprinted towards the stairs, yelling, "Hold that for me until I come back down. DON'T LOSE IT!" Rory watched her mother tear up to her bedroom and wondered, as she had often before, if it was possible that she was adopted.
Approximately ten minutes later, a now fully dressed and made-up Lorelai leaped back down the staircase after hearing the chime of her doorbell. She snatched her purse from Rory, gave her a quick peck on the cheek goodbye, and came to a stop in front of the door. She took a breath to compose herself, and opened the door to reveal a slightly awkward looking and miraculously, clean shaven, Luke. He looked in at her and uttered his usual, monosyllabic greeting of "Hi."
"Hey… you're right on time," said Lorelai, walking outside and closing the door. "I'm actually kind of surprised you didn't stand me up."
Luke looked genuinely confused and asked, "Why would you think I'd do that?"
Lorelai sighed, and said, "Because of what I said to you when we were talking the other day. When I said I wasn't really sure if we were going anywhere with this. I know that's why you're angry, and you totally have the right to be, but I really didn't mean it because I just didn't want to freak you out by sounding so commitment-happy but I guess you---"
"Calm down Lorelai, take a breath," Luke said, and when Lorelai had obliged and stopped hyperventilating, he continued, "You don't have to worry, I'm not mad at you."
Lorelai was shocked, but relieved she didn't have to finish her rather long-winded apology speech. "Are you sure?" she asked Luke hesitantly, "Because you seemed pretty angry when you went storming off the other day."
"Well, I was angry then," Luke admitted, "But then I remembered that you generally don't actually comprehend exactly what you say to people until several hours later, so I was just hoping that was the case with what happened yesterday."
"Oh it was!" Lorelai gushed, and then laughed before saying, "I really do need to start thinking about things that pop into my head before saying them. What's that phrase, open mouth, insert foot? I seriously need to get that tattooed on my forehead."
"That would probably be a bad idea," pointed out Luke, "considering you're not actually able to see your own forehead."
Lorelai made a face and then consented, "Ah. Right. Honestly, what would I do without you Luke? You keep me so sane and grounded…well, more than I would be otherwise at least. If you weren't around, I'd be walking around totally coffeeless with overused clichés tattooed on my head for the whole world to see."
Luke laughed at the mental picture of Lorelai and her cranial tattoo, and then commented, "It's getting late- we should leave for the movie or we're going to miss the beginning.
Lorelai nodded and they set off down the driveway, now holding hands. "Oh!" she exclaimed, "Speaking of being coffeeless, could we stop by the diner so I can get some before the movie? The coffee they sell at the theater sucks, and I missed my 6:30 cup so if I don't have some now I'll most likely fall asleep within an hour or two if I don't get any."
Luke stared at her for a few seconds, trying to figure out if she was serious, and after answering his mental question in the affirmative, shook his head and replied, "No coffee. I prefer my dates de-caf, thanks." Lorelai's mouth dropped open and she began to protest Luke's coffee vendetta as he gently pulled her by the hand down the street towards the movie theater.
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