Chapter 5
Amy and I sat there reading the e-mail and we started laughing so hard, we practically had tears sliding down our cheeks…We could actually picture the guys using those pick up lines for those drinks…Amy said, "Oh my god, why isn't she writing for WWE?" I said, "Possibly because she's already got a cozy job for Rolling Stones Magazine." Amy said, "I can't get over how funny that is…I mean where did she come up with all of those…it's like it fits every wrestler to a T." Mark said, "What has got you two in hysterics over there?" I said, "Oh nothing Mr. Callaway…just a really funny e-mail…" Mark said, "Stop calling me that." I giggled a little more.
Jeff came over and was reading the e-mail over our shoulders and said, "Blue Motorcycle…Undertaker…I have a motorcycle but that's not what's blue right now…oh my god, Lala…what is that?" I looked over and Mark had perked up in his seat, folded his arms across his chest and said, "Excuse me?" I said, "Oh my god Jeff you wasn't supposed to read that." Jeff said, "That's a dirty pick up line isn't it...oh my god, Lala, I didn't know you had a dirty side to you.." I said, "You Dingus…I didn't write it…my best friend in New York wrote it…She does this all the time, she makes up these little list about you wrestlers, nothing personal, she just likes to make me laugh…"
Mark said, "Well, let's see what's got you guys laughing so hard…" He snatched my laptop, being careful not to disturb it…and sat it on his lap and was reading it…I jumped up and said, "Mark…no…" I jumped on the couch and after struggling for about 5 minutes; with his huge arm that wasn't budging…I finally gave up and leaned against his arm looking defeated. I was sitting on my knees next to Mark and had my arm propped up on his shoulder…Amy said, "Lala, you look so defeated…" I said, "I feel defeated…God I'm glad I'm not a wrestler, cause my ass would be worn out before the match was even half way finished…I honestly don't know how you guys do that every night." Jeff chimed in and said, "Energy kido…pure energy…" Mark could smell my perfume lingering around the collar of his shirt…and his censors were going wild…Mark finished reading the list out loud and the guys were dying laughing by the end of it…he handed me my laptop and said, "Cute…very cute…but it does sort of go with all of us, doesn't it?" I smiled and said, "Yea, it actually does…you each have a different personality…so it just comes out like that…"
Mark stood up and said, "I better get going, I have packing to do before we leave…thanks for lunch and the laughs I needed it." I smiled and said, "Anytime." And walked him to the door, and said, "I'll see you at the airport." Mark said, "Okay…see ya.." I said, "Bye." And watched him walk away…Amy came over and waved her hand in my face and said, "Excuse me you wouldn't have by any chance seen my friend, she's about 5'9" long gorgeous hair…and answers to the name Nyla, would you?" I looked at her and smiled and said, "You know something…Mark is a pretty nice guy."
Amy said, "Oh my god…you are so falling for him…" I said, "Me? Never…I mean, yes he's a nice guy and he's really good looking, but how many girlfriends could he possibly have…he's a wrestler…I mean, look at you and Matt, you've managed to nail each other down for 3 years…and then look at Jeff, they are brothers, but Jeff is clear the playboy of the family, he's got at least one girlfriend in every state…" Amy said, "Mark, never talks about having a girlfriend or anything…maybe he doesn't..." I said, "Get real…an attitude like his, he's probably got a million…Of course I wouldn't mind being one of the many…but I'd rather have him all to myself…I don't like sharing…" Jeff said, "Don't play well with other's do we?" I said, "Nope…but it's never gonna happen…I mean why have someone as plain and as ordinary as me, when I'm sure he is probably already dating the latest playboy playmate…girls, like me don't date guys like him…just like guys like him don't date girls like me…"
Jeff wrapped his arm around my shoulder and said, "Lala, you don't give yourself nearly enough credit for looking gorgeous…" I said, "Jeff, you cracked your head on too many tables while going through them, I'm not gorgeous…I'm just plain old ordinary me." Jeff said, "But your not…you're so much more then that…I mean, you're funny, sweet, caring, lovable, you have the best laugh, a great smile, a REALLY great body, beautiful…the one word that should always be used next to your name in a sentence…" I said, "Oh yeah, definitely one to many slap shots to the head…Jeff, I think you need a cat scan…I won't argue with you cause I don't want you brain cells to over load and start leaking out your ears…well get you some help it's alright."