(rym) Oh my god, Whitney?!

Oh my god, Whitney?! @Eowyn Clark & @Rym Borges
the sun rock, boston // september 2024
I think this new era fits me well. I'm not sure i'm not gonna end up with a broken heart, because let's face it: it's kind of my thing. I'm trying to meet people, to be casual but I know I usually can't help it and always end up falling in love, or crushing really hard on someone I was supposed to meet casually. But putting myself out there is no easy thing when you've been in love with the same person for a couple of years now. I don't really know what's going to happen with Billie and I don't want to close the door on a potential new relationship. That's how I end up drinking at the Sun Rock all by myself. A cute girl comes and talk to me before leaving with her friends and this guy shows up: mid thirties, with typical chad's clothes and attitude. I hate it. I hate everything about it and about him, but I'm too polite to be rude, which traps me into this boring one-sided conversation. At some point, I understand he won't leave me alone despite my obvious lack of interest and I need an escape. With my elbows leaned on the bar counter, I turn my head on the right and see this woman sat right next to me, minding her own business. And I take it. I take this leap of faith. "Oh my god, Whitney?!", I ask to this woman who's probably gonna take me for a crazy one. "I can't believe it, how long has it been?", I ask her, giving her a please save me look by rolling my eyes toward the guy with me.

Oh my god, Whitney?! ft. @Eowyn Clark
the sun rock, boston // september 2024
nothing like a good glass of wine after a long day. never without her phone thought, checking every single new email. looking up, away from her phone screen, she could suddenly hear everything around her, even the gorgeous lady next to her. she first thought she was talking to someone behind her. but she stared right into her eyes, which made it obvious she was the whitney in question. did she look like a whitney ? perhaps she did. as she prepared to say ‘you got the wrong girl’, her eyes shifted to the guy with her. and she knows that trick, one she’s had to use in the past. more like a cry for help, when a date durned sour or someone she’d just met wouldn’t let go of her. – oh my god.. hey girl ! high-pitched voice with the fakest smile. she first thought of using a random name for her as well, but maybe she’s already given hers to the guy and that would just ruin everything. – at least five years. that ginger girl seemed to play along, which only gave rym more freedom. she leaned in to take a look at the guy and give him the backstory. – we used to do porn together back in vegas.. crazy times. and maybe she just went too far in that storyline she suddenly created.

Oh my god, Whitney?! @Eowyn Clark & @Rym Borges
the sun rock, boston // september 2024
Another woman can only be your best ally in this kind of situation, right? When my eyes meet hers, I see the huge question marks blinking in her eyes before she finally understands the situation. With a faint smile, I feel so relieved when she decides to follow my lead and help me out. My hand rests on her arm as she says it’s been at least five years. “Oh my God, five years, really?!” I ask, almost matching the same fake high-pitched tone she used—the stereotypical female voice I would usually absolutely hate. Glass at my lips, I widen my eyes as she talks about porn and almost choke, laughing as my cheeks turn pink. “Whitney—” I say, setting my glass back on the bar counter, hand on my chest, still coughing from my reaction to what she told this guy. “You wouldn’t want to scare off my date, would you?” This is probably the most fake I’ve ever sounded. “Sorry, do you mind if I catch up with my friend for the rest of the night?” I take the guy’s phone and create a contact with, of course, a fake phone number. “Call me, okay?” I smile at him, and he nods, finishing his beer before standing up and giving us both a creepy smile that makes it clear what he’s thinking about: that porn comment is probably spiraling in his head right now. Men are disgusting. I sigh when he’s out of sight and look at the woman next to me. “Thank you so much, Whitney, I thought I’d never be able to get rid of him.” Men don’t understand the signals, and this guy definitely didn’t catch that I wasn’t interested.