Plots #2 (Maureen Asher)

She was the worst girlfriend in the world. Maybe if Maureen dated men that she actually liked she wouldn't end up disappointed and have such a cold reputation. 'Here we go again' was all she could tell herself as she looked into Daniel's blue eyes that were slightly quivering with intoxication. Daniel, with his great hair, lip ring, and strong hands (complete with calluses from drumming), was now sitting in front of her expecting her to return his confirmation of love. She hated to reply at all; the poor guy was an idiot. On top of that, she knew he was lying through his teeth. Love is not something that comes after a few make out sessions and bottle of cheap vodka. Well, at least she didn't think so, but who was the infamous Maureen Asher to say what love is and isn't? She had never been in love and desperately refused to believe that she could fall in love with any number of the hot, horny musicians that she seemed to be limited to. She wanted more, but, at the same time, didn't want to leave the haven of a life she had created. A life where she was wanted and "loved" by frontman after lead guitarist. If she was meant to end up with a musician, Maureen wouldn't settle for any less than being a true Lennon's Yoko Ono. Great hair or not; Daniel was no John Lennon. But he was in a regularly booked band with decent pay, frequently showered, and was an amazing cook. So, in spite of her fading tipsiness, Maureen clicked out of "healthy conscience" mode. Letting the ever so cliched phrase "I love you, too," slide off her tongue like flat beer (in the sense that it couldn't do too much harm, but it still just didn't taste right). A fabrication none the less, her puppy seemed happy with the bone she'd thrown him and leaned in for another deep, "meaningful" kiss. As his lips parted her's, Maureen was affronted with the bitter, charred taste of cigarettes. "She tasted like cigarettes" said Tom Hank's amusingly simple Alabama voice in the back of her head. It didn't take half a second for another clip of Forest Gump to come to her. John Lennon sitting on the Johnny Carson show was now flipping in front of her closed eyes as if mocking the fact that Daniel was now feeling her up. Her Lennon in shining armor would come around someday, she told herself half-heartedly. Maureen withdrew from his destined to be cancerous mouth and surveyed his dark hair for some much needed reassurance as he kissed her neck. Suddenly his hair looked a little too...fluffy-ish. Damn.