I sat through dinner listening to Sarah witter on about cheerleading and the latest shoes she had bought and I realised something: Even if Sarah wasn't a bitch anymore, I still didn't like her much - we had nothing in common. This reality was based on a wish I'd made which had done more than I'd intended. I felt guilty for making Sarah someone she wasn't even though it was an improvement. The truth was this reality didn't gel - it didn't make sense. There was no way Sarah would really date me, or that I would data Sarah, and even if I could grow to not mind the tedious conversation, I could never get over every other guy in the world drooling over her, even if it was only from a distance now.
No. There was only one thing to do. I had to make another wish to try and minimize the damage I'd done. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I went and sat in a cubicle and held the rock in my hand, trying to think how best to fix things. Finally, I came up with a solution I thought would work best.
Holding the rock, I said, "I wish that my previous wishes would have a minimal effect on Sarah and that there would be no rewriting of her personality, but that she would become a better person for more natural reasons, and that we might be friends, but that she not be my girlfriend."
I couldn't tell if anything had changed until I left the bathroom, but when I did I was surprised to see one of the Jocks sitting with Sarah and Sarah herself had changed. Gone was the blonde knockout. She was still attractive, but her blond hair had become more mousy and he famous bustline had reduced slightly. I shrugged. Best I could do. A Sarah who was less of a stunner would perhaps have to work on her personality a little. I'd just have to see how this solution worked out.
Leaving the restaurant, I headed for Karyn's to tell her what had happened.
