Blind by Francine Pascal

Author:Francine Pascal
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon Pulse
Published: 2003-10-04T04:00:00+00:00

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If you ever get to the point where you don’t like breakfast food, you are one poor excuse for a human being. All the best junk comes at breakfast. Doesn’t matter if you’re going for your high-end eggs Benedict or your basic brown sugar cinnamon Pop-Tart-it’s all good.

Consider this amazing but true fact: Breakfast is the only meal of the day where a doughnut counts as the main course.

Think about the sheer variety of breakfast goodness. Giant-size biscuits loaded with sausage and eggs. Put them in a sack, and it’s rendered transparent from all the oil by the time you leave the counter. That’s how you know it’s good. Bear claws. Pancakes with syrup. Western omelettes. Cereals made from ninety-five percent real sugar and five percent artificial color. Who wouldn’t want to eat this stuff?

I think breakfast is more of a guy meal. From what I’ve seen, girls like dinner. They like a meal that requires them to be seated and comes off nice plates. Salad. That’s a girl food. Anything French? Automatically way over on the female side. Except maybe for the fries. And the toast. Left to themselves, most guys honestly prefer food that comes out of styrofoam packages and where the only decision on protocol is whether to dunk the hash browns in ketchup or just scarf them straight from the bag. There are very few girl foods at breakfast.

There are, of course, exceptions to these strict gender lines. I’ve also seen the girl risk life and limb—literally—for a Krispy Kreme. An attitude that seems perfectly reasonable to any guy.

I’m not saying that her guy-like breakfast attitude is what makes Gaia attractive. The whole so-beautiful-you-think-you-might-die-just-from-looking-at-her thing helps with that. The breakfast food appreciation is a bonus. Another part of the whole big Mystery That Is Gala.

In my case, that might be more Misery than Mystery. The Misery Of Not Being With Gaia. Not getting to watch her pull the last slivers of cheese from a McMuffin wrapper. Not witnessing her scrape the last drops of chocolate and stray jimmies from a doughnut box using nothing but her tongue. It’s painful.

Of course, there’s a simple reason for the pain. Gaia hates me.

Okay, maybe that’s putting it too simply. Gaia can’t stand to look at my ugly face and wouldn’t be with me for all the Krispy Kremes in New York. There. I think that’s closer to the truth.

The Gaia-hates-me thing seems pretty clear. It’s the why of it that keeps me beating my head against the wall. Gaia was with me. Then she wasn’t. And I don’t know why.

Any guy with anything that even remotely resembled a brain would drop this mess and get together with Tatiana. Tatiana is beautiful. A knockout. She’s not beautiful in the same way that Gaia is beautiful, but that doesn’t mean she’s less beautiful. Like Gwyneth Paltrow is beautiful, but so is Jennifer Aniston. Beautiful, but very different.

And not only is Tatiana easy on the eyes, she’s also smart. She’s got talent. Her drawings are amazing.

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