“No, I’m fine. Although I must admit I’m totally jealous you just told Josh the exact three words I’mdyingto say to him.”
“You twostillhaven’t said ‘I love you’?”
I shake my head.
“Why don’t you just tell him, Kat?”
“Sarah, please. I’d never say it first in a relationship. Come on. I’m lovesick, but I’ve still got at least a shred of self-respect.”
“Well,Ijust said it first to Josh and he seemed quite receptive.”
“Not quite the same thing, honey.”
“I know.” She giggles. “So you’re in luuuurve, huh?”
“Completely-totally-I’m-in-physical-pain-lurve.”
“Aw, just tell him. I’m sure he feels the same way. How could he not?”
I sigh loudly. “Things are a bit complicated right now.”
“Well, I think everyone should tell everyone else in the whole wide world ‘I love you’ all the livelong day,” Sarah says effusively, glancing down at her huge rock.
“It’s like you’re high on crystal meth,” I say.
“That’s how I feel—or so I’d imagine—I’ve never done crystal meth, of course.”
“No offense, but you’re the last person’s advice I should be following about saying ‘I love you’ to anyone. You’re so high on Jonas-crack right now, you’d swear your undying love to the bag lady on the corner.”
Sarah giggles. “As a matter of fact, I believe I did exactly that on my way into the restaurant. I grabbed that bag lady by herIron ManT-shirt and I said, ‘I love you, bag lady!’ And then I French-kissed her.”
I laugh. “You’re so freaking weird, Sarah.”
“I’m just so happy, I can’t contain myself.” Sarah giggles for the millionth time since she waltzed into the restaurant. “Once I started saying ‘I love you’ all the time to Jonas, I can’t seem to stop saying it to everyone. I’m addicted. I-love-you-I-love-you-I-love-you. See? I can’t stop. I love you, Kat!”
The waitress approaches our table with Sarah’s wine and another ginger ale for me. “Are we ready to order?” she asks.
“I love you!” Sarah says to the waitress.
“Oh, wow. Thank you. I love you, too.”
“See, Kat?” Sarah says. “Easy peasy.”
“Forgive my silly friend,” I say to the waitress. “She just got engaged. She’s out of her head.”
“Oh, congratulations. Did you get a—whoa! Oh my god. Look at that ring.Wow.”
Sarah giggles and puts her hand down.
“That’s quite a ring,” the waitress says, her cheeks flushed. “Spectacular.”
“Thank you. But it’s not nearly as spectacular as the man who gave it to me.”
The waitress and I exchange a look like, “Lucky bitch.”
Sarah picks up her menu. “I still haven’t looked at the menu.I’m sorry. I’m a babbling fool.”
The waitress laughs. “Understandable.” She flashes me another “lucky bitch” look. “Take your time. Sounds like you’ve got a lot to celebrate.” She walks away.
