by Douglas Messerli
And while I was falling for you I put a ceiling on that, because
you “were”a guy. Until I remembered why I opened the door to
women in the first place: to not limit the likelihood of finding
that one person who’d complement me so completely. So here
we are. I was through when I looked for you. And I feel justified
lying in your arms, ‘cause I got here on my own terms, and I
have no question there was some place I didn’t look. And that
makes all the difference.
The breakup between the perfect couple is inevitable. But in the process, at least Holden realizes he can no longer “hold on.” In a last desperate attempt to enter her world, a world of vast sexual knowledge of which he is terrorized, he brings Banky and Alyssa together, proposing that the three of them participate in group sex, thus allowing the clueless Banky to join him in sex while allowing his equally clueless self to feel at par, experientially, with the woman he loves. Oddly enough—or perhaps we should say, predictably—Banky accepts the invitation, but Alyssa does not, insisting she has already abandoned that in her search for sexual meaning, and will not play whore for Holden’s predicaments.
Los Angeles, December 11, 2012