“The fucking best.”
“I knew something was going to happen.” She sips her coffee, “Nothing this dramatic though, obviously. I thought like a date.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t even know what happened, one minute he was all, let me search your house, and then I was bent over the kitchen counter, next minute we were fucking on the couch.”
Avril’s eyes widen, “Jeez, why doesn’t this shit ever happen to me?”
“Because it only happens on Pornhub that’s why.” I hold my temples. “I’m going to hell.”
“Well if he’s the devil….. sign me up too.” Avril holds her coffee up in a cheers symbol.
“I totally should have played hard to get, and the worst part is that I really like him.”
“What’s the problem with that?” She frowns.
“Well, now I can’t marry him, obviously,” I scoff. “Are you completely clueless?”
“Why not?”
“Because you never end up with someone who you meet like this, and I can never tell my kids or anyone for that matter that this is our meeting story.”
“Imagine if you did, though.” She giggles, “Daddy came around in his cop uniform and did a cavity search and then he fucked Mommy before she knew his surname.” She holds her coffee up in another cheers symbol.
I throw my hands over my eyes in horror, “Stop! It sounds so bad.”
“Well,” she then thinks for a moment, “what did he say before he left this morning?”
“He asked me on a date.”
“He asked you out on a date,” she gasps. “When?”
“Tonight.”
“Tonight?”
“I know, so I need to be hot.”
“I thought you wanted to get back with Rodney?”
“I know. But I had so much fun with Dylan so I’m just going to see what happens.”
Avril smiles broadly, “I like this plan.”
I pull the red dress up and look at my reflection. “Nope.” I put the next dress on and turn and look at my behind, “Yuck.” I tear it off over my head. I tap my chin as I go over the contents of my wardrobe. I want to be sexy but cute with a side of irresistible.
Damn it, nothing here fits the bill.
I’ve been floating on air ever since Dylan left this morning. I get an image of the two of us kissing goodbye at my front door.
How I didn’t want him to leave…. And how I could feel that he didn’t want to go.
I turn and look at my behind in the mirror, fuck it. Total crap.
I tear off the dress.
Well, this is going to be a disaster if I can’t find something half decent to wear.
Why didn’t I buy something new today?
