It had been a week since they'd, you know. By now, both of them moved on. They were moving on with their lives. No. That would be exaggerating. One of them was moving on. One of them was dating. But what about the other?
House was twirling around his cane, watching Cuddy in her office. She was talking to a man in a fixed suit. He looked all proper and clean. That alone irritated House.
He was a decent looking man. Wavy black hair, hazel eyes, the perfect guy Cuddy would fall for. Her perfect man. Well, her ideal man at least.
And being the type of woman that she is, her hands were all over him. She was fixing his suit and his hair as they talked. House felt disgusted. He pretended to gag. Suddenly Wilson walked by.
"Our new attorney."
"You mean Cuddy's new attorney/sex toy?"
"Anthony Garret. Hired him a couple days ago."
"Dated him a couple days ago."
"You gonna go in there? Admit you're jealous?"
"Not until he's out of there."
"Are you--intimidated by him?"
House ignored Wilson. He just watched as they continued to talk.
"You're actually jealous of him aren't you?"
"He's coming out."
He saw her give him a quick peck on the lips before he walked out of the office.
House glared as he walked past him, catching the door with his cane before it closed. Wilson remained outside.
"Enter House."
He walked inside and she was rummaging around, apparently looking for something.
"Found another screw-toy?"
He was leaning against his cane as she looked up at him.
"What do you want." She seemed less interested in whatever he was there for, or whoever, he was there for.
"That guy is a disgrace to all men. No sober, sane, or godforsaken man would ever look like that."
"What in particular was wrong with him?"
"Everything."
"Inconclusive."
"His--hair."
"What about his hair?"
"It's too neat? Men shouldn't care what their hair looks like."
"Wilson does."
"I'm sorry, did Wilson go through a sex change?"
"Nothing was wrong with him."
"The way he looked at you--"
"He looked at me like a woman. He didn't look at me like a Brazilian prostitute or an Asian hooker or a--"
"Man."
"Exactly. You just got mad because I have a new toy to play with."
"I just don't like him--"
"You don't have to House. That's my decision."
"You don't like him either. You just like what he does, what he looks like and how old he is. You don't like his character, you like his personality."
"And you know this because?"
"I know you."
"Is that so? We both know you know plenty but do you know enough--"
"You've been in love only once and he broke your heart. His name was Matthew Lennor. First kiss, first sexual experience, first date to homecoming, snowcoming, but alas didn't make it all the way to prom. Caught dead cheating with your former best friend Amy who you haven't talked to since. From then on, you never had a relationship with a guy longer than a month. Your usual interests in guys are where they go, what they do and what they've done. That's how you look at their character. Personality-wise you save later. You could hate the personality but at he same time love the character, like you do, for me. When you do focus on personality, you enjoy men with either blue or gray eyes. You kiss with a passion at first then let it ride with tenderness for the rest. When you dance you have the tendency to keep your head right below the guys' neck, so his chin rests right on your head. You've wanted a girl and two boys or a boy and two girls since you were thirteen. When you get married you want Canon in D played by me and then my own personal piece. You decided that after our meeting five years later--"
"You still remember all that?" She asked sincerely.
"Your dorm room was 28th Street, October Hall, Room M409."
And he began to walk out of her office.
"Stay with him as long as you want, but don't go assuming its going to last long." and he was out of there, before she could make her retort. She was left with mixed emotions, unsure of what to do next.
Wilson was still outside, and met House as he stormed out the doors. They began walking toward the elevators.
"You gonna enjoy the next few months?" Wilson asked sarcastically. House started to walk ahead, faster, faster finally reaching at least five feet in front of Wilson. His teeth were slightly clenched and his eyes slightly glared as he uttered,
"I'll enjoy them with a passion."
House was twirling around his cane, watching Cuddy in her office. She was talking to a man in a fixed suit. He looked all proper and clean. That alone irritated House.
He was a decent looking man. Wavy black hair, hazel eyes, the perfect guy Cuddy would fall for. Her perfect man. Well, her ideal man at least.
And being the type of woman that she is, her hands were all over him. She was fixing his suit and his hair as they talked. House felt disgusted. He pretended to gag. Suddenly Wilson walked by.
"Our new attorney."
"You mean Cuddy's new attorney/sex toy?"
"Anthony Garret. Hired him a couple days ago."
"Dated him a couple days ago."
"You gonna go in there? Admit you're jealous?"
"Not until he's out of there."
"Are you--intimidated by him?"
House ignored Wilson. He just watched as they continued to talk.
"You're actually jealous of him aren't you?"
"He's coming out."
He saw her give him a quick peck on the lips before he walked out of the office.
House glared as he walked past him, catching the door with his cane before it closed. Wilson remained outside.
"Enter House."
He walked inside and she was rummaging around, apparently looking for something.
"Found another screw-toy?"
He was leaning against his cane as she looked up at him.
"What do you want." She seemed less interested in whatever he was there for, or whoever, he was there for.
"That guy is a disgrace to all men. No sober, sane, or godforsaken man would ever look like that."
"What in particular was wrong with him?"
"Everything."
"Inconclusive."
"His--hair."
"What about his hair?"
"It's too neat? Men shouldn't care what their hair looks like."
"Wilson does."
"I'm sorry, did Wilson go through a sex change?"
"Nothing was wrong with him."
"The way he looked at you--"
"He looked at me like a woman. He didn't look at me like a Brazilian prostitute or an Asian hooker or a--"
"Man."
"Exactly. You just got mad because I have a new toy to play with."
"I just don't like him--"
"You don't have to House. That's my decision."
"You don't like him either. You just like what he does, what he looks like and how old he is. You don't like his character, you like his personality."
"And you know this because?"
"I know you."
"Is that so? We both know you know plenty but do you know enough--"
"You've been in love only once and he broke your heart. His name was Matthew Lennor. First kiss, first sexual experience, first date to homecoming, snowcoming, but alas didn't make it all the way to prom. Caught dead cheating with your former best friend Amy who you haven't talked to since. From then on, you never had a relationship with a guy longer than a month. Your usual interests in guys are where they go, what they do and what they've done. That's how you look at their character. Personality-wise you save later. You could hate the personality but at he same time love the character, like you do, for me. When you do focus on personality, you enjoy men with either blue or gray eyes. You kiss with a passion at first then let it ride with tenderness for the rest. When you dance you have the tendency to keep your head right below the guys' neck, so his chin rests right on your head. You've wanted a girl and two boys or a boy and two girls since you were thirteen. When you get married you want Canon in D played by me and then my own personal piece. You decided that after our meeting five years later--"
"You still remember all that?" She asked sincerely.
"Your dorm room was 28th Street, October Hall, Room M409."
And he began to walk out of her office.
"Stay with him as long as you want, but don't go assuming its going to last long." and he was out of there, before she could make her retort. She was left with mixed emotions, unsure of what to do next.
Wilson was still outside, and met House as he stormed out the doors. They began walking toward the elevators.
"You gonna enjoy the next few months?" Wilson asked sarcastically. House started to walk ahead, faster, faster finally reaching at least five feet in front of Wilson. His teeth were slightly clenched and his eyes slightly glared as he uttered,
"I'll enjoy them with a passion."
When does Love become something we need, rather than something we want? Love was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Love is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Love is common currency when you are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older you get. Do we not care about the substance of what Love was and not what it has been made into today by commercialisation from American movies and Television commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Love for real, can we comment and judge others who are in Love. Love means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Love is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Love is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.