I'm back with a second chapter to this nonsense story. This is basically one huge dialogue between Donna and C.J., but it does have a purpose, I promise. I would state the purpose, but then I doubt people would read, and I'd like people to at least skim it. Normally, now would be the time to go on to excuse myself for the mistakes and what have you (and my invented idioms --- I did that in the last chapter), but enough excuses. I may not have proofread enough, but I just am into writing this right now. :)

Oh, P.S. --- the only thing I actually need to excuse myself for is the characters. I'm not good with doing justice to Aaron Sorkin's magnificent creations. Oh well.

Taking a big sip of her wine, C.J. started to talk.

"I guess I think it's sort of depressing. I mean, here I am, a woman who, as I have stated before to Josh, is clearly in her prime, and I'm unlucky in love to an extreme degree. The only men who are interested in me are men I can't date. Or, well, the only man who has been interested in me is Danny, and you well know why we can't be together. It's just pretty damn stupid right now, Donna."

"No, no, I know what you mean," Donna replied. "I remember about, maybe, five years ago, my sister was getting married, and at the rehearsal dinner, I was involved in this conversation between my other sister and the matron of honor for the wedding, Ellen. They started to talk about how they had met their husbands, and started to advise me on love somewhat. It was just a beautiful conversation that made me feel sort of depressed, but still --- well, treasure it to this day."

"A beautiful conversation? What did they say?"

"It might be one of those times where you had to be there. But, anyway, I remember my sister went first. And, I knew most of her story, but it was still really interesting to hear her say all the details because I hadn't heard some of them before, because, I'm the kid sister, you know?

"She started out talking about how they met, and it was when she moved into her in college. He was a junior, she was a freshman, and he was involved in this group that helped new students move in. They got along really well, he was helpful, nice, and he was cute, so she decided to see him again.

"The next night, they went out to dinner, and, when the waiter came over to ask them for their order, they hadn't even looked at the menu. Both my sister and Ellen started gushing there and I was told that a situation like that is always a good sign.

"Then later, the guy invited my sister back to his dorm room to show her something and he didn't put the moves on her like she thought she would."

"And we all know that if any of the Moss girls are alike, they all wanted the moves to be put on them."

"Oh, shut up. Let me finish my story, okay?

"Well, so, yes, then, my sister put the moves on him. And the rest, she says, is history."

"The guy you're talking about -- he's your brother-in-law now, right?"

"Yeah. They've been married for eight years."

"Has what happened to your sister ever happened to you before? Anything like that?"

"Well, the menu thing happened before."

"And you haven't married this guy, even after the prudent guidance?"

"Well, it was fairly recent."

"So, tell me about it!"

"After. I want to finish the story. I still have another entire half to go, you know."

"Okay, I think I have enough wine to get me through this spiel."

"Oh, once again, shut up.

"Anyway, so, then Ellen started to talk about how she and her husband met i---"

"In the Bahamas, on a lone moonlit walk along the sandy beaches?"

"Where the hell did that come from?"

"I guess I've already drunk too much."

"I'll say.

"No. Ellen and her husband met in a bar."

"A bar? Like, he used a sleazy pick up line and Ellen fell in love?"

"No, but your cynicism is adorable in this situation.

"They started chatting, and realized they had a lot in common. He gave Ellen his business card and Ellen only gave him her last name, but told him where she lived. Then, two days after, he found her number and called her."

"I'm assuming that either this guy has the CIA on his side, or Ellen has a very interesting last name."

"There aren't too many Niffenpulpertons in Wisconsin."

"Niffenpulperton?"

"Yes. May I continue, please? I like chatting with you, C.J., but I'd like to just finish my story, preferably before you get completely smashed."

"I'm not going to get smashed, Donna. I'm just a bit drunk and there's nothing wrong with that after an honest day's work."

"How right you are, C.J., but, you see, the interesting thing about drinking, especially after an honest day's work, is that sometimes people drink in bars, and then meet a person who later calls them two days later, allowing sparks to fly."

"That was clever."

"I thought so.

"Now, Ellen couldn't believe that the guy had actually called her. He had tracked down her phone number, but Ellen just didn't think that he was right for her. However, she agreed to a date with him anyway. They went out the next day, and Ellen saw him every day for the next month."

"Then they got married and lived happily ever after?"

"To some degree."

"That's a nice story. But, this stuck with you from five years ago?"

"Yes, because it was about true love and how it can be found in the strangest of places."

"Boy, is this one girly conversation."

"Well, yes, C.J., but this is our girls' night."

"How true. But, now, pray tell, you told me the menu has happened to you before, but has the bar happened as well?"

"No, but the getting together with someone you thought wouldn't work has."

"And, once again, I have no idea which guy you're talking about, and if so, why haven't you married either two? Or, better yet, why aren't you with either of them? Neither of these is Dr. Free Ride, is it?"

"I like how Josh's nickname for my ex-boyfriend has stuck with the rest of my co-workers. And, no, neither of these are Dr. Free Ride."

"So, well, what happened to Menu and Bar?"

"Well, Menu and Bar are both one guy."

"Okay, then what happened to the one guy?"

"He's still around."

"With you, presently?"

"Yeah."

"Well, who? Donna, I had no idea you were dating someone."

"He's pretty special."

"I'm sure he is if he relates to both the menu and bar story."

"He relates to the bar story in the sense that it was against the odds that we would ever be together, and yet, we are, though it's not really too widely known yet. He relates to the menu story because with almost everything I do and have done with him, I've been swept into conversation and forgotten about my task. Not for too long, though, because then we both realize and get back in action."

"You're killing me, Donna. A name would be nice, you know."

"No, C.J., because you first really need to understand that this guy is extremely important to me, and these two stories signified true love for my sister and for Ellen, and this guy signifies true love for me."

"Donna, you're in love?"

"Yes. And you know him, too."

"I do?"

"Yes."

"Do I know him well?"

"Yes. And if you weren't a little bit drunk I'd bet this would come to you a lot faster than it is."

"No. No. No! It can't be! No! This is --- too good to be true! It isn't? It can't be!"

"It is."

And they sat in silence for a few seconds, with C.J.'s jaw dropped.