“So Troy definitely thought you two were together?”
“I don’t know, I might have let him think that. It didn’t hurt that the guy was probably the most beautiful man I think I’ve ever seen.”
“Good, serves Troy right. It’s kind of odd that you haven’t heard from him, though. He doesn’t seem the type to easily let go without a fight.”
That’s what I thought too, but I guess I was wrong about Troy in every single way possible.
“I don’t want to talk about him anymore.”
“Agreed. He’s old news. Plus, I have a great idea for you to get your mind off of things.”
“Another great proposition?” I ask sarcastically, because my night out at the bar was basically a total wash.
Maybe I drank too much, but for a fleeting moment I thought that Jason and I had made a connection. A romantic one. I know he isn’t my usual type because I tend to attract the regimented, corporate types who make good money and are quite predictable. Nevertheless, I thought there was something.
Troy works in the finance department for the parent company of the hospital–dependable. He wakes up the same time every day–predictable. He eats the same meals every day–boring. He lives a very formulaic life, or at least that’s what I thought.
Jason is clearly different. He’s drop dead gorgeous, funny, knows how to command a room, and I can tell that he’s the polar opposite of rigid and predictable. He’s comfortable in his own skin and puts on no airs for people. Something about him is safe yet exhilarating at the same time.
Plus, no one has ever made me soaking wet without even touching me.
I didn’t even think that was possible.
I can only fantasize about what it would be like if he actually tried to seduce me.
But when he refused my offer to show him the Brooklyn Bridge, one of the things on his childhood dream list, it was obvious he wasn’t into me. He probably wants to save that for someone special or something to do alone, not with some random sad chick he met at a bar.
Instead, he ordered a car, rode with me home, and hugged me goodbye. He didn’t ask for my number or even go in for a second goodnight kiss, because let me say if he had tried, I would have absolutely kissed him back.
Afterwards, when I got inside my house, I felt a little shell-shocked. I’m sure part of the reason was because of everything that had happened with Troy that day, and partly because I was intoxicated, but another part of me just couldn’t free myself from thoughts of Jason out of my brain.
Will his shoulder be okay?
Where does he live?
Will he find a new job soon?
If Troy had grabbed me again, what would Jason have done?
Does he have a girlfriend?
Should I go back to The Wild Boar and wait for him to come there again?
I need to stop. I probably dodged a bullet with that one, anyway. I can’t date someone who is in between jobs and probably smokes pot all day in his mother’s basement while he paints. I shouldn’t even be thinking about him or any man. I have more important things to do.
I’ve got to get my shit together at work, I need to buy my cousin a wedding shower gift, study for the boards, and call my mom back so I can finally explain why I slept over that night then slipped out of the house in the morning like a criminal.
“Go on, tell me. What’s the idea?”
“You know my friend Caroline?”
“The blonde from the gym with the best arms I’ve ever seen?”
“Yes, her. She opened a new business a few months ago, and it’s doing really well.”
“What kind of business?”
“Get this, it’s a matchmaking service!”
