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The Guys You'll Meet on Earth, But Not in Heaven: Type A Multitaskers

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As Jill turned to chat with him, Jason had already started to floss while checking the Asian markets on his Blackberry.

Jill and Jason left their apartment on Washington Square exactly at 7:10 AM as they did most mornings. Immediately Jason started walking ahead of her at a pace that left her gasping to keep up. Anyone watching them would have thought it was Jason who was due at an uptown firm at 8AM and not Jill.

As they entered the local Starbucks everyone on line looked back at Jason who had surveyed the line and exclaimed-“Look at these jerks.” As Jill turned to chat with him, Jason had already started to floss while checking the Asian markets on his Blackberry. While they waited, Jason grimaced, clenched his jaw, stared down the Starbucks staff and sighed loudly several times in disgust. When it was his time to order he commanded-“three doppios to go stat”

As they left with their doppios Jill leaned over to kiss Jason before turning to go uptown, but Jason had already muttered—“See ya tonight” before heading toward his garage on Cornelia Street. Ten minutes later Jason was speeding toward the Holland tunnel, tailgating a yellow cab and slurping his second doppio. He exchanged middle fingers with two more taxi drivers before reaching the tunnel.

At his sales job in Jersey Jason did his usual 12 hour stint rarely stopping except to refill his coffee cup a dozen times. In addition to his day job Jason had a few other projects in the works designed to bring him the status he craved. When he finally arrived back at the apartment he stopped to talk to Jill for as long as it took him to take a beer out of the fridge and open his Mac to track his projects. Later on, Jason joined Jill in bed and the sex had the same driven quality that had characterized his entire day---no detours and no delays.

Weekends were not much different for Jill. Jason was just as busy and he rarely saw any point in joining Jill and her friends for a movie or simply to hang out. When he did join them he quickly became exasperated with their stories and before long was back on the phone or leaving to follow up on some business.

Eventually, Jill had her fill. When Jason returned one evening in his usual frantic rush, Jill announced –“You obviously don’t have enough time for a relationship.” Jason did not look up from his laptop and shouted -“Look, I’ve got enough going on without having to listen to your drama.” As Jill picked up her packed suitcase and went toward the door she heard Jason run to answer his vibrating cell.

A few months later Jill was still starting her days at the local Starbucks but now it was on Columbus and 67th across from her new apartment. One morning she stepped to the back of a long line expecting to order her new drink of choice—Chai Frappuccino when she noticed a cute guy in front of her who was oblivious to the length of the line because he was engrossed in New Moon, Book 2 of her favorite saga. They struck up a conversation and made a date for the weekend.

On Saturday they met in Central Park and picnicked all afternoon in the sunlight having one Seinfeld conversation after another about nothing. As the sun was setting and they strolled by the lake Jill exhaled while the strains of a Laura Nyro song relaxed her soul----“Can you Surrey? Can you Picnic?”

 

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