That confirmed it. He had no clue what my name was. That was for sure. “You were telling me about your job,” I responded, hearing the enthusiasm in my voice. Not.
He shrugged. “Oh. Nothin’ much to tell. That was it. Lydia said you… paint?”
“Yeah.”
“Like art?”
I knew for a fact I had told him specifically what kind of painting I did fifteen minutes ago when he’d first asked me this exact same question. I decided to spell it out for him. “No. Cars. Trucks. Automobiles.”
He blinked. “No shit?”
“Yeah,” I confirmed, watching his face as he got really thoughtful. He was attractive, but there was something about him that was just….
“Like you paint cars a different color?” he asked.
There was more to it than that but… “Yeah.”
He was still squirming. “Isn’t that—”
I knew exactly where this crap was going.
“—you know, more of a man’s job?”
“No,” I told him patiently. “I do it too, and I’m not a man.”
I should have stayed home. Being alone was better than being here with a man who didn’t know what my name was.
“Why?” he asked all of a sudden.
I finally couldn’t suppress my frown. “Why what?”
“Isn’t there something else you can do?”
I narrowed my eyes. “I like it. I’m good at it. Why would I do something else?”
This jerk had the nerve tolaugh.
I bit the inside of my cheek and grabbed the Sprite between us, taking a long sip and wondering how the hell I had gotten myself into this position. Why? Why were my dates just such major fails? Was everything in my life destined to—
Stop.
I was fine. I was loved. I had a good job. I had everything and more. Patience. Patience. I was going to choose patience.
“You the only girl where you work?” he asked, back to looking around, and I guess not letting this topic go.
I raised my eyebrow at him as I said, “Uh-huh.”
The face he made was likesee?Like he thought he was making a point.
But he didn’t know the only point he was making was that he was a big douchebag who might be a bit sexist.
“I don’t think I could let my girl work with a bunch of horny guys,” he said, still giving me that patronizing expression.
I snickered. “Why would they be horny?”
“Because.”
What an imbecile. “Yeah, I don’t work with any guys that have constant boners. I don’t know what kind of guys you work with, but mine… never. And if they do, they don’t go around whipping them out for me to look at.”
