The switch
The switch
Exhaustion makes for interesting dreams...
I was dating this nice blonde co-ed, a Kappa-Southern-California-yellow-VW-Beetle-convertable-type of girl, who looked pretty much like most cute blonde co-eds do. I think she was going to USC and studying Psychology. The relationship consisted of concerts, parties, making out, and discussions about her issues. That was all pretty OK. I was something like 27. She was 21.
There was another guy, Mitch, who was dating her twin sister. Twin sister was cute too, but into different things. She had a couple of tattoos, died her hair black, studied pagan religions, and followed indie bands around LA.
They lived in this huge 70's style white ranch home overlooking Hollywood Hills, and every once in a while, I'd run into Mitch watching TV or getting something from the fridge. So we talked, hung out a couple of times, and eventually became friends. The sisters never talked to each other, and communicated by leaving small stick-up messages next to the phone.
One day Mitch calls me, and asks me to pick up his girl [indie twin] after work, so she could get a ride home. Apparently he had promised to pick her up, but was still out somewhere with friends, and wasn't going to make it. So I wait until like 2am in front of some LA bar to pick her up, then drove her home. We talk a bit on the 30 minute ride to her house. This is the first time I've really talked to her. She's actually very cool and interesting. I drop her off, go in to say hi to her sister, who's not there, we chat some more waiting for Mitch, and to make a long story short, we end up hooking up. I spend the night rockin' indie twin.
The next morning, I'm heading out early when I run into Mitch in the kitchen. He looks a little surprised, and I realize that he'd been out with my girl [sorority twin] all night. He seems pretty embarassed and sheepish until he realizes that I had been sleeping with his girlfriend. There's a moment of tension, and then we laugh. We had just done a switch.
We know the girls would never go for this arrangement, so we decide on the spot to just keep this little mix up between us. He continues dating indie twin and I continue dating sorority twin, but we both still maintain illicit relationships with each other's girlfriend. This way, everyone is happy, we're both in heaven, and each sister is happy thinking she's duping the other.
This is all fine until one day mom comes back from some extended work/holiday. Mom is a high powered CEO for a Fortune 500 company, divorced, and figures the girls can take care of themselves. Mom asks the girls to put together a dinner for their current boyfriends. So Mitch and I are invited to a homestyle meet the parent kind of dinner. Dinner is conservative, the girls glare at each other, and mom seems happy to be back home.
After dinner Mitch and indie twin head out to a concert, sorority twin says she has some important sorority meeting and takes off, leaving me helping mom clean up the dinner. Mom is called Rachel I find out. She asks me about the girls, what I do [I'm some sort of financially independent writer apparently], and I ask her about her company, and how she deals with the presure of having twins and running a huge business. I help finish cleaning up, thank her for her hospitality, and head back to my apartment.
The dream ends a few months later with me picking up Rachel from the airport. We are obviously a close couple now. I kiss her deeply and she wraps her arms around me. I ask her about her trip, she tells me she's exhausted and wants to go home. We get into a car and I drive away.
I've never figured out whether it's pronounced "Moe's (like owned by one of three stooges) or Moss (like that guy out of Bonanza), but the one down the hill from me is open until 2am most days, which means that if I get out of the club early enough, I can catch the best burger in town, the muo si la bao or the Spicy Mos Burger. They have lots of jalapenos and 
