I’ve Got Some Imperfections || Tammy & Thaddeus
Tammy felt comfortable around the older man. She knew he wasn’t trying to pull anything - he was genuinely interested in her life. “University? Oh.. I don’t know. I’m not sure if my parents would even pay for it. Maybe I could be a writer.” Tammy sighed. It was honestly something she tried to shrug off. “But I know I should finish high school. I’m too smart to be a dropout.” It was true. Ever since she was little, there was pressure put on her to be perfect. “Maybe I can be a stripper to pay for college.” They both laughed.
Thaddeus brought up a good point. “You’re right”, Tammy smiled. “I’m not sure how hurting myself helped anything. It made things worse and now I’m stuck in LA, using some website and eating ice cream with strangers”, Tammy laughed. “I like the idea of the whole “fuck the haters” ideal, but I’m too sensitive. Better than I was, though.” Tammy felt things getting awkward, and her ice cream was almost finished, so she decided to speak up. “Do you want to go walk on the beach?”
Thaddeus agreed and they went. The cool breeze from the ocean swirled around them. Tammy told Thaddeus random stories, like how she’d enter spelling bees in elementary school, and she’d cry if her parents were a minute later picking her up, and how they’d go through a series of questions each time she’d cry. Thaddeus laughed and told Tammy that her parents were crazy, and she smiled. “So why did you want to meet up with me, anyways?”, Tammy asked, as she sat down in the sand, “There’s lots of hot older women on the website, why would you want to hang out with the fucked up 19 year old?”, she asked curiously.
Nodding as he finished munching on his cone he realized he was pleasantly surprised with just how much more mature she was than everyone else he’d been talking to lately. “My parents wouldn’t have paid if I’d have gone. It’s important though, take it from someone who’s job generally requires a lot of smarts. The job market is ass as is but throw in a lack of a degree and you’d be surprised how dry your pond is.” Thaddeus shrugged before he continued, able to understand the flip side of the scenario as well. “If your heart isn’t in it though, then there’s no point. You have financial options, federal or personal loans, scholarship, and so on. It’s all about finding what you love. If you think you can become a professional writer without a higher education then more power to you, Lamb. I’m shit with putting words down on paper. Either way, jumping right in or working your way through college I think you’re better than stripping. There’s loads of jobs around with the people on the network, look there before LA Lights, okay?”
Thaddeus nudged Tammy with his arm as she laughed at their situation. “If you’re getting ice cream out of then I’d hardly call it a complete loss.” He passed her a napkin and popped of the bench, crushing his trash in his fist and chucking it into the nearest waste bin. “All right, lets walk off all this sugar.” Waiting for her to lead the way as she was the one who suggested it he asked her a serious question, one he could relate to. “You really feel stuck here in Los Angeles? I do, more often than not. I’m here for my job and periodically go back home to Britain, but at least for the next three years this is where I’ll spend most of my time. If you could go anywhere then where would you go first? I personally think I’d stick with English speaking countries.”
Eventually she sat in the sand and he followed suit. He didn’t mind being out of doors in Los Angeles, it wasn’t like back home with the wetness or New York City with the humidity. Shrugging he finally answered her question, “You looked like you could use a friend and I hate being stuck in the house after sitting in my office doing paper all day. I was planning on getting ice cream so I didn’t see the point in going it alone, y’know? I don’t care about your age. I told you I wasn’t out to stick my tongue down your throat. I haven’t had any action since I came back here and I don’t entirely want that without being in a relationship. That’s were it gets sticky because I can’t be in a relationship without putting someone in danger due to my job. How about you? Why come meet up with some old creep trying to give you sweets, Lamb?”