He had plans to go for his master’s degree at some point, but there was some exam he needed to pass first. In the meantime, he was working as an RN in the emergency department and studying for the future exam in his free time.
“They were great lays,” he replied, grabbing each of us a tumbler from the cupboard. “Despite being despicable human beings. But I’ve given up on monogamy for the time being.”
“I wouldn’t say no to a friends with benefits situation, if I was actually getting some of the benefits.” I sat down at the small island across from where Brian poured the wine.
“Your problem is you pick selfish assholes with small dicks,” he remarked, sliding my wine across the island to me.
“How would you know their dicks are small?”
Brian tapped the side of his forehead. “Small dick vibes.”
I giggled, rolling my eyes. “Are you sure your sexual prowess radar works on straight men?”
“Well, according to Olivia, I was right about Jack.” He raised his tumbler toward me before lifting it to his lips and taking a deep swallow.
“I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this, but fine. If Jase doesn’t call me back, you can pick my next hook up.”
“Excellent,” he replied, rubbing his palms together like a cartoon villain.
“Right. What could possibly go wrong?” I said, tone dripping with sarcasm.
I Liked My Balls To Remain Intact
Ben
“Areyouevenbloodylistening to me?” Jack asked, his tone chastising as he dropped the bench press bar back into its brackets.
I reluctantly pulled my gaze from the toned ass walking toward the elliptical and glanced down at Jack laying on the bench in front of me.
“Something about wedding planning. You know I don’t have an opinion about that bullshit. It’s not my fault I zone out every time you bring it up,” I said, trying not to cringe.
I was happy for my best friend, but the idea of committing to one woman for the rest of my life held little appeal to me.
I was 29 and in no rush to put down roots with anyone. I kept my relationships casual, mutually understood, no strings attached, fun. You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.
“I was asking when you were getting fitted for your tux, Ben,” he replied, shaking his head in disappointment as he got up from the bench. “The best man needs a tux.”
“Oh. Right. I’ll go get fitted next week. I promise.” I plopped down, taking Jack’s spot.
“Don’t make me regret choosing you over my brother,” Jack said, glaring down at me censoriously.
I rolled my eyes at his lack of faith in my ability to complete the task at hand. I might procrastinate, but I always got shit done. Working on a time crunch motivated some of my best work. It’s why I didn’t plan on writing my best man’s speech until the night before the wedding. Hell, I might just wing it.
“You haven’t even RSVP’d yet. Are you bringing a plus one to the wedding?”
I shrugged. “Not sure. I haven’t found anyone I want to bring.”
My dating life had been in a bit of a rut the last few months.
Six months, to be exact.
No one held my attention anymore. Even that toned ass I’d been staring at moments ago hadn’t given me the jolt of excitement or desire I was hoping for.
My dating life had become dull and boring, something I’d promised myself I would never let happen. Dull and boring was for married couples and years-long relationships, not for guys like me. Guys who changed out girls as often as they changed out their gym shorts. But somehow, that’s what it had become despite different women, different places, different positions.
It didn’t matter.
It all felt shallow and lackluster. And if I was honest with myself, I knew exactly what had made everything change.
