ANYWAY, THATโS HOW I wound up walking out of the Bean Street Coffeeโs ladiesโ room in a wet, coffee-stained, clingy-in-all-the-wrong- places outfitโand running smack into Joe.
Except for a second I wasnโt sure it was Joe.
Because he wasnโt wearing his bowling jacket.
So all I knew for a second was that a manโsome kind of manโwalked up to me and said, โWhat the hell happened to you?โ
I smiled like I knew him and said, โCoffeetastrophe,โ and then I made chitchat warmly and enthusiastically while quietly deducing who he was.
It didnโt take that long. Just a few seconds. The hipster glasses and the floppy hair were kind of a dead giveaway, once I got my bearings.
โWhereโs your bowling jacket?โ I asked then as confirmationโaware of the one percent chance heโd have no idea what I was talking about.
โGave it the night off,โ Joe said.
โHowโs your back?โ I asked, for two-factor authentication. โMagically healed.โ
Mystery solved. Officially Joe.
โShould we get some dinner?โ Joe asked next.
I nodded. That sounded like a perfect thing to do. Getting stood up could really make a person hungry. โWould you like to change first?โ Joe asked next.
I nodded again.
And suddenly things just felt โฆ better.
If youโd asked me at the apex of my getting-stood-up misery how this day was going to end, Iโd have answered with a cuss-word-laden version of โnot good.โ
But doing something nice for a stranger made me feel better. Running into Joeโand recognizing himย sans bowling jacketโmade me feel better. The prospect of eating a nice dinner made me feel better. Even, if Iโm honest, the memory of having told Parker to fuck off made me feel better.
Huh.ย I could feel better.ย That felt like news.
Dr. Nicole had been insisting it could happen all along. But Iโd never believed her.
Had she been right?
Maybe life was full of surprises. Maybe disappointments could turn out to be blessings. Maybe tonight would end up being fun, after all.
OR MAYBE NOT.
Because when we made it up to the rooftop so I could change, Sue, whose heart was absolutely in the right place but who could not seem to comprehend even the tiniest aspect of what this face-blindness situation was like for me โฆ was throwing me a surprise party.
โSurprise!โ Sue shouted when she saw Joe and me cresting the spiral stairs. Then her shoulders dropped at the sight of my coffee-drenched clothes, and she asked, just like Joe had, โWhat the hell happened to you?โ
I felt my whole body go tense. There were fifty people on my rooftop, at least. Bulb lights. Music. Beer. โWhatโs going on?โ
โItโs a party,โ Sue said. โDuh.โ โYouโre hosting a party? Here?โ
โItโs the party we never got to have. You know. When you had your brain thingy.โ
I glanced at Joe, who was standing attentively beside me. I hadnโt told him about my brain thingy.
โWeโreย celebrating,โ Sue said when I couldnโt find any words. โYou remember celebrating?โ
โI mean, Iย rememberย it,โ I said. The way you remember the stone age. Or the dinosaurs. They existed. Once. โBut, I meanโฆโ I tried to figure out how to protest something that was clearly already happening. โA surprise party?โ
โIt wasnโt meant to be a surprise, exactly. You just werenโt here when we arrived. It never even occurred to me that you might leave the house.โ
โI leave the house,โ I said. โNot voluntarily.โ
โSueโฆโ I said, astonished at the Grand Canyonโsize distance between how she thought Iโd feel about this forced party and how I actually felt.
โWhere were you, anyway?โ she asked.
โI had a date,โ I said, glancing over at Joe. But dancing had broken out across the roof, and he was watching one of Sueโs friends do the worm.
Thatโs when Sue whispered into my ear, โWith the vet?โ I nodded.
So then she whispered, โHowโd it go?โ
I shook my head. And then flared my nostrils. And then gave her a thumbs-down.
โOkay,โ Sue said, swinging around to steer me by the shoulders toward the beer coolers. โLetโs table that. Youโve got a rooftop full of people here to celebrate with you.โ
โWhat are we celebrating, again?โ I asked.
โHello? The North American Portrait Society? Top ten finalist? You havenโt forgotten, have you?โ
I hadnโt forgotten. Of course. But I suddenly noticed how important timing was when it came to things like celebrating. Yes, weโd been about to celebrate the finalist thing a thousand years ago, before my life fell apart.
But then โฆ my life fell apart.
Was it fair to say I just didnโt feel much like celebrating anything these days? I loved Sue so much, my extroverted friend. And I loved that she was trying. But what on earth about nonconsensually bringing fifty people into the vicinity of a person with sudden face-blindness felt like a good idea?
Not to mention, my momโs birthday. But I hadnโt told Sue about that. โYou like parties!โ Sue said.
โI like parties,โ I corrected, โwhen I know the people at them. I doย not
like parties full of strangers.โ
โLiterally no one here is a stranger,โ Sue said. Then she pointed at a group of faceless guys standing around the beer coolers. โThatโs Stephan,โ she said, running down the line. โAnd thatโs Colin. And thatโs Ryan. And thatโs Zach and Andrรฉ, and ohโโ
โโOhโ what?โ
โOh,โ Sue said. โIt looks like Ezra showed up.โ โYou invitedย Ezra?โ
Sue coughed in indignation. โOf course not. Somebody mustโve brought him.โ
Great. One of the people here was my ex-boyfriend. But I had no idea which one.
โAt least you showed up with some eye candy on your arm.โ โEye candy?โ I asked. Did Joe qualify as eye candy?
โYou know,โ Sue said, nodding in Joeโs direction. โYour male prostitute.โ
Guess so.
โI might have been wrong about that,โ I said.
Sue let her gaze linger. โMaybe he should be,โ she said with appreciation. โHe could make a killing.โ
โSue,โ I said. โLetโs focus. This is a problem.โ โWhat?โ
โThe party! The people! My ex roaming loose!โ โWhy?โ she said. โEverybody here loves you.โ โBut I canโt recognize anyone.โ
โThey wonโt care.โ
โTheyย willย care, Sue. They will think itโs super weird when theyโre talking to me and I have no idea who they are.โ
โThen letโs just tell them whatโs going on with you.โ โNO!โ I choked out.
โYou donโt want to tell them?โ
I leaned closer. โNever. I never want to tell anyone.โ โWhy not?โ Sue asked.
โItโs humiliating.โ
โWhy? Itโs not your fault.โ
โTrust me. Having your brain malfunction is humiliating.โ โIf you say so.โ
But Sue was realizing now that she hadnโt exactly thought this through. โLook,โ I said. โThe only people in the entire world who know about
this are you and my dad and Lucinda โฆ and Parker.โ โParkerย knows?โ
โLucinda told her.โ
โThen itโs not a secret anymore. Sheโll tell everyone.โ โNot yet. I think sheโs enjoying lording it over me.โ โBut she will.โ
โMaybe itโll fix itself before then.โ
Sue sighed. โOkay,โ she said then. โHereโs the plan. First, youโre going to change out of those wet clothes.โ
โNo argument there.โ
โAnd then just stick close to me. Whenever anyone talks to us, Iโll say their name right away, so youโve got it.โ
That wasnโt a bad idea. โThat could work,โ I said. โItโll totally work.โ
โJust promise me,โ I said then, holding out my hand so we could shake on it, โthat you wonโt leave my side.โ
โI promise,โ Sue said, pumping my hand up and down, โthat I will never ever leave your side.โ
GUESS WHAT?
She left my side.
Not on purpose. She just got dragged away.
I went into the bathroom to change, and I never saw her again.
I was left alone, as Picasso-faced person after Picasso-faced person came up to me and forced me to Sherlock Holmes one theory after another about who I was talking to.
Looking back, I could have just left.
I could have found Joeโs floppy hair and hipster glasses and steered him off to feed me that meal heโd promised. But he was lost in the faceless crowd, tooโand all attempts to search for him got intercepted by faceless people hugging me, until I wound up making way-too-friendly chitchat with my ex-boyfriend for five solid minutes before realizing who he was.
All to say, the situation snowballed.
Before I even really saw it coming, I was having a panic attack out behind the utility room.
At least I think it was a panic attack.
Is it a panic attack when your entire body is utterly hijacked by โฆ panic?
And you get dizzy? And you sweat and have the chills at the same time? And your heart pounds and your chest hurts and your hands go cold? And you canโt catch your breath? And you feel like youโre dying? And you collapse to your knees in a dark corner and press your forehead to the concrete to try to make the world stop spinning?
Is that a panic attack? โCause that was me.
And I sure as hell wasnโt celebrating.
I have no idea how long Iโd been there, trying not to pass out, when I heard a voice say, โAre you having a panic attack?โ
So of course I said, โNo.โ
โYou look like youโre โฆ not okay.โ
Not okay?ย That was just insulting.ย Okayย was my whole thing. โI am always okay,โ I said, to set the record straight. And then, when the person didnโt accept that and leave, I said, โIโm fine.โ Then, my voice muffled against the concrete, I added, โIโm good.โ
โYou donโt look good.โ
This wasnโt Parker, was it? She never missed a chance for an insult. But noโof course not. It was a manโs voice. One, as usual, I couldnโt recognize.
โIdentify yourself, please,โ I said into the roof.
A rustling beside me as whoever it was sat down. โItโs your pal, Joe,โ the voice said, closer and softer now.
โHi, Joe.โ For a second, knowing it was him made me feel palpably better. But then it occurred to me to wonder if he might be filming this moment for later blackmail, and I felt worse again.
โIโm no psychiatrist,โ Joe said then, โbut Iโve seen a lot of panic attacks. And this kind of looks like that.โ
โIโm fine,โ I insisted. I was always fineโwhether I was fine or not. โOkay,โ Joe said. โA friend of mineโwho clearly had a totally different
thing from youโused to find it helpful for me to pat her back in moments that were nothing at all like this.โ
โIโm not having a panic attack,โ I said. โGreat,โ Joe said. โNeither am I.โ
โSo I donโt need you to pat my back.โ
โCool. You donโt need it.โ A long pause while he let that settle. โBut we could just do it for fun.โ
โFine,โ I said, too busy dying to fight.
And then he really did it. I felt a hand settle between my shoulders, and then I felt it slide down my spine till it reached my lower back, then lift up a second, and appear again back up at the shoulders.
He was basically petting me like I was a dog. But,ย ugh. Okay. It felt nice.
If I werenโt feeling so nauseous, I might be struggling with all my cognitive dissonance about Joe. My first impression had been so unbelievably bad. But many of the impressions that followed had been good. Had that first impression been wrong? Or was he just hiding all the bad stuff really well to my face?
I guess Iโd just have to take it one panic attack at a time.
โThe fact that you donโt want me to help you,โ Joe said, โreally makes me want to help you.โ
โThat sounds like a you problem.โ
โIt totally is. Itโs the reason my wife left me.โ Then he corrected: โOne of them.โ
I admit that got me. โYour wife left you because you wereย helpful?โ โYep.โ
โIโm no wife, but that doesnโt seem like a thing wives normally complain about.โ
โI am, apparently, too helpful. Problematically helpful. To sum up our many arguments: I help everybody all the time without discretion. Old ladies. Cub Scouts. Mangy cats. I have no helping filter.โ
โBut isnโt that a good thing?โ
โShe also thought I was a bad tipper.โ โWhy?โ
โBecause I gave everybody twenties. Hotel maids. Valets. Everybody.โ โOkay, Daddy Warbucks. Iโm with the wife on that one.โ
โShe felt it was a compulsion. Being too nice.โ
I guess sheโd never heard him say the wordย blubber.
โAnd it impacted her quality of life. Negatively.โ
โIโm trying to imagine exactly how helpful youโd have to be for a non- insane woman to divorce you over it.โ
โThere were a few other reasons,โ Joe said.
โAre youย pathologicallyย helpful? Did you give someone yourย car? Or, like, a vital organ?โ
โNot yet,โ Joe said.
โMy last boyfriend was the opposite of helpful,โ I said. โYour way is better.โ
โThatโs comforting.โ
โIโm probably a good friend for you,โ I said. โBecause I never need help.โ
โThatโs a relief,โ Joe said, continuing to stroke my back in a hypnotizing rhythm and kindly allowing me to ignore the irony.
I admit: It was relaxing.
After a while, he said, โMy friend who had a completely different thing from you used to breathe while I did this, and it helped her a lot.โ
โI donโt need to breathe, thank you,โ I said.
โSuit yourself,โ Joe said. But then he added, โDeep breaths are super healthy for you, thoughโeven if youโre totally fine. I might take a few myself. Just to improve my already stellar health.โ
And with that, Joe sucked in a big, loud breath, held it for about three seconds, and then blew it back out. โSo refreshing,โ he said then. โMy grandma does this every day, and she just turned a hundred.โ
He kept breathing like that, and what can I say? Peer pressure. I joined him.
We did about ten rounds, and then, Iโm not going to lie: I did feel better. Less dizzy. Less nauseated. Less sweaty.
โMy friendโs totally different thing used to pass after about twenty minutes,โ Joe said then.
โI donโt think my thing is going to pass until this party ends,โ I said.
โAh,โ Joe said. Then, a second later, like heโd had an idea, he said, โAre you okay here on your own for a minute?โ
โI am nowโand will continue to always beโone hundred percent okay,โ I insisted, forehead still pressed to the concrete.
โBe right back then,โ Joe said.
A few minutes later, I heard aย chunkย noiseโjust as the music cut out and it seemed like my dark corner got darker. Then I heard the ambient
sound of a puzzled crowd. Then I heard Joeโs voice. โPower outage, guys. Looks like the partyโs over.โ
Oh god, he was my hero.
Just knowing they were leaving drained the stress from my body.
By the time Joe came back, I was sitting up, leaning against the brick wall, breathing. Like a pro.
โDid you just flip the breaker and pretend there was a power outage?โ I asked.
โYep,โ Joe said.
โAnd everybody went home?โ I asked. โYep.โ
โAnd then you came back to check on me?โ Joe shrugged, like,ย Obviously.
โDid you worry at all that the darkness might freak me out?โ โNah,โ Joe said. โWeโve got the moon.โ
I looked up and saw it for the first time. It was brighter than Iโd realized. โI guess we do.โ
It occurred to me then that I might have to start altering some of my opinions about Joe. Next I asked, โAnd once the coast is clear, are you going to take me out for that dinner you promised?โ
But Joe just shook his head. โNo.โ
I felt a flash of disappointment. โYouโre not?โ
โNope,โ Joe confirmed then, turning back to the moon. โBecause I already ordered us a pizza.โ