“I know it hurts to fail at the LoveHunting,” El Puma said at the next Dorm Party. “It is a pain that hurts your body and your head and your heart and perhaps even past that to the deeper heart. I have this pain, too, because even tho I Horizontal MeToo’d the chick from the last party, she does not want things to get ‘too serious’ now and will not Love me again. But neither of us must give up, Traveler Jonathan.”
“Alright,” I said.
Then we started scanning the room for chicks again. I noticed The Hottest Chick was there again. I’d recently overheard one of her Private Voice Lessons, and it sounded like she was almost as good at singing as me.
“I don’t care if she’s a MeNotzie,” I said. “I want her.”
“Yes,” El Puma said. “I like this spirit.”
I knew this time I’d hafta talk to her myself tho, so I waited for a moment when she wasn’t talking to anyone else and then headed toward her. I was almost there when I got blocked by a crossing Duckling.
“Hey there,” she said. “What are you singing for The Voice Recital?”
“You probably don’t know it,” I said. “It’s older than the Great List of Old Songs.”
“Try me, I know lots of old songs.”
I told her.
“Sam Cooke!” she said. “I Love him.”
Then she started badly quacking “Another Saturday Night.”
“Another Saturday Night” is a song about a lonely person who can’t find anyone to Love them too many weekends in a row.
“I don’t know that one,” I lied.
“Oh,” she said. “I should play it for you.”
“You know I don’t really like these dorm parties. Do you wanna leave and go to my room and listen to some music?”
“I don’t know.”
Just then El Puma pounced in and grabbed me with his teeth.
“Excuse us for a moment,” he told her.
Then he dragged me aside.
“I am overhearing your conversation and want to offer my advice.”
“This chick is showing every sign she wants to Love you tonight, and I believe you should accept.”
“Really? I don’t know if I want to tho.”
“But Traveler Jonathan, Love is the greatest thing that can happen.”
“Maybe she’s alright, but she’s also kinda strange and doesn’t sing well.”
“But I have overheard you exchange MeToos, no?”
“This is an important thing. She may seem like The Duckling, but the MeToos may turn her into The Swan.”
“Alright, but I’d rather get Love from The Hottest Chick.”
“But look at how The Duckling looks at us now as we speak.”
We looked over, and she smiled back.
“This is the look I dreamed of so many times as a boy in South America. There is nothing better than this look. And because the Goddess of Love does not shine down on this school, it is very rare here.”
“But I’m a Calling Card Traveler now, and I have The Gift. I deserve The Hottest Chick.”
“Alright,” El Puma sighed, “This does not feel without flaw to me, but I wish you luck nonetheless.”
“Alright, thank you.”
Then I went over and told The Duckling I couldn’t go to her room.
“Oh, Alright,” she said. “I just like you and thought we could MeToo about a lot.”
She looked like the saddest Duckling ever, and it almost made me wanna change my mind. But I knew I justed wanted Love from The Hottest Chick so bad.
After saying goodbye to the Duckling I went looking for her. But it had been too long, and she wasn’t in the same place. I finally found her outside leaving the party with some friends.
“This party’s lame,” one said.
“Yeah,” the Hottest Chick said. “Let’s go to NewYorkCity.”
“Yeah, Realities are so much more Real there.”
“Totally,” she said as they walked outta sight.
Then I went back in the party. The Duckling was gone by then, and El Puma was busy Mouth MeTooing some new chick. I awkwardly stood in the middle of the room talking to nobody for a second and then left the party alone again.