I snorted in amusement as I thought of how many years I had wasted on Liam Parker.
“You know, every guy I met, I compared to him, and none of them ever came close. Do you know how many guys I could have slept with if only I hadn’t been pining over Liam instead? I could have lost my virginity a long time ago!”
“What?” she gasped, suddenly upright in her seat and staring at me with eyes as wide as saucers. “Are you saying you just lost your virginity after telling me just two weeks ago that you had had sex before?”
Oops. I had done that. “Well, I didn’t want it to be weird,” I shouted.
“Weird? No, girl. Weird is waiting until you’re twenty-four. Weird is refusing to try anal because you think you might poop on a guy. Weird is telling me that you’ve had sex when you really hadn’t!” she shouted, leaping up in the air with the final statement.
“How could you do this to me?”
“To you?” I argued. “I’m the one who missed out on ten years of sex over a man who dumped me after sleeping with me a handful of times!”
Her lips snapped shut. “Well, you might have a point. But why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because it is weird,” I snapped. “It’s very weird. Call me crazy, but I really thought I would just find a guy and want to sleep with him, but that never happened. I didn’t feel anything for a single one of those men. Deep down, I knew it was Liam.”
Her fingers flew to her lips, muffling the broken cry threatening to escape. “You were saving yourself for him?”
Rolling my eyes, I shoved to my feet and tried to busy myself with something to distract my brain from focusing too much on the situation at hand. “Of course not. It wasn’t like that.”
“I’m confused, then. What was it like?”
Grabbing a beer out of the fridge, I popped the top, grimacing at the flavor. I didn’t even like beer. “Exactly as I said. I was just—I thought there would be a feeling inside me, you know? Like, if I really liked a guy, it would just be right. But every guy I dated just felt…anticlimactic. So, I would move on. And I kept moving on, until finally?—”
“Liam asked you to dance,” she finished for me.
“Basically.” Thunking my head down on the counter, I groaned. “God, I’m so pathetic!”
“You are not,” she rushed over. “You are not pathetic at all. It’s…sweet that you wanted to wait for a decent guy.”
Snapping my head up, I glared at her. “Seriously?”
“What? Do you want me to call you a loser?”
“If it would help!”
“Fine, you’re a loser. Why would you possibly think that waiting around for a guy is a good idea? Clearly, that didn’t work out for you.”
“I know that!”
“Then, go take a shower and get dressed. You are not waiting another minute on Liam Parker. Either he can piss or get off the pot.”
“So, now I’m just gonna go pick up a guy and sleep with him just because?”
“Do you have a better idea?”
“Not really, but?—”
“No buts. Seriously, you have wasted enough time over Liam Parker, and I will not allow you to let cobwebs grow in your coochie while you wait for him to change his mind. He had his shot with you. Now it’s your turn to have some fun.”
I wasn’t entirely sure this was the best idea, but I didn’t have any better ones either.
“Okay.”
“No, not okay,” she snapped, getting in full-Cheyenne-bitch mode. “It’s fucking fantastic, and you’re going to have a great time tonight.”
I nodded, trying to feel it with as much passion as she was saying it.
