This was the third cupboard I had looked in for tea. "Where is this damn tea?" I shouted. Oh no, I have to be quiet. Chandler needed his sleep. He was ill. Joey passed his illness on to Chandler. So now he was sleeping, finally. I knew he would wake up soon so I was searching for the tea. His room-mate Joey wasn't there. As Chandler wrote, Joey's mother was looking after him yesterday and took him to the doctor.

So Chandler called yesterday to invite me to our date at "Chez nous". I was so excited. This was our first official date and he wanted to pick me up like a real gentleman. That was so cute. While I was searching for the perfect clothes for our date I thought about us. Us, this was the first time I thought about Chandler and me as an "us". I was so happy thinking about me and Chandler as a couple but how was Chandler thinking about us? I mean he said he loves me, three times. That meant something, or? He wanted to go out with me. That meant something, too. Didn't it? Oh my god I was so nervous. Even at the the first date with my last boyfriend, Richard, I never was that nervous even though he meant a lot to me back then. That had to mean something. During all this thinking I managed it to pick a beautiful red dress for the date. I looked at the alarm it was 7:30 p.m.. I had almost half an hour 'til Chandler wanted to come. So I had the time to get ready...to be perfect. Yeah, I wanted to look perfect for Chandler.

Exactly at 8 p.m. I was ready, sitting in the kitchen and I was waiting, waiting for Chandler to knock on my door. But there was no knocking. All I did was waiting. The next time I looked at the kitchen clock it was already 8:30 p.m...Chandler was 30 minutes late now. There had to be something wrong. I knew from the bottom of my heart Chandler wasn't the kind of guy who would came too late to a date. I took the phone book to find out his telephone number or his address. But there was no Chandler M. Bing in there not even a Bing and didn't knew the last name of his roommate Joey. I looked at the clock: 9 p.m.. Okay, now he was one hour late and I was extremely worried about him. My last chance to find out today where he was living was Phoebe. I knew she tracked everyone she wanted. She never told me how she found people she just met a few hours ago. Phoebe always said that this has something to do with her past. So I called her and half an hour later she called back with Chandler's whole address. I was flipping out, honestly I was. There was this moment when I asked myself if I had the courage to go right to Chandler's apartment to look after him. But there was this silent little voice again, that voice that belong to this fat little girl I once was, talking to me, told me to forget Chandler that he was just fooling around with me. I didn't believe that voice because I knew Chandler would never ever do such things. I went to his apartment that was just one block away from mine. Why did we never met? We lived so close to each other. Why did you see people you don't even like on the street,not once or twice. You met them permanently and those people you really want to met on street, who lived near by you never met. That wasn't fair.

I was standing in front of his apartment. That was the moment that could change everything. I just had to knock at the door. I took a deep breath and did it. I knocked at his door, waiting for an answer, for someone to open the door but there was nobody. I knocked a second time, this time a bit harder then the first time and after minutes someone opened the door. It was Chandler but he didn't looked good, he looked awful. With a slow voice he said: "Monica, what are you doing here? How do you know where I'm living?" I explained him that we had a date and he didn't picked me up so that I was worried something happened to him. He smiled a bit and then let me go into his apartment. It was this kind of apartment where you knew without any doubt that two young bachelors lived there. Chandler excused for not calling me but he slept all day and woke up the minute I knocked at the door. Without any resistance I send him back into his bed. That was a few minutes ago and now I'm searching for the tea and hoped Chandler was getting better soon. I smiled because there was a memory came into my mind. Chandler asked once if I could be his nurse...and now I am. A nurse in a sexy red dress...