All my friends are out of town, including Sky who's back home with his family and partner in San Diego. He insisted we go out for New Year's Eve when he gets back. Says I need to send this year off with a bang. Closure, or something.
That's why I'm here.
His early Christmas gift to me was an unlimited store credit to Minari. He told me to not look at the price tags and just buy whatever I like, that I deserve it after everything I've been through.
Personally, I'd like to climb into bed tonight, magically wake up January 2, and forget the holidays ever happened.
But I can't.
So instead, I'm going to turn lemons into lemon meringue pie and get my bake on these next few days.
Sky: So, the dildo is at home?
I tap my messenger bag, feeling the massive head poking through near the bottom, and blush. The parcel arrived right as I was heading out. Not knowing what to do with it once I opened it, I tossed the bright-orange thing into my messenger bag.
Bright orange.
Who designs a dildo that obnoxious? Orange has to be the unsexiest color in the world.
Me: Uh, no. I have it on me.
Sky: You kinky fucker. Glad my bad influence is finally rubbing off on you.
I start tapping out the explanation for why I'm running around town with a giant dildo in my messenger bag, but his next text comes through before I can send it.
Sky: Want to raise the stakes some more?
Me: No. I do not.
Sky: I'll take that as a yes, and?
Sky: Use it.
Me: Excuse me?
Sky: Use the dildo.
Sky: Now!
Me: Did you miss the part where I said I'm shopping? In public. With fellow humans.
Sky: PERFECT! Do something wild for once!
We may be besties, but this is just one example of how we're complete polar opposites in many ways.
Sky is funny and outgoing and can charm the pants off anyone. I'm an awkward introvert who can come up with hilarious dialogue…for fictional characters, not in real life.
He's successful in his career. I'm struggling.
He's gorgeous. I'm…average at best.
He's sexually adventurous. I'm a twenty-seven-year-old transplanted into the modern era from the Victorian age.
He's great with men. See above.
Before Sky met his forever guy, he never had trouble finding dates or getting attention. I haven't been out with anyone in forever.
It's not that I don't want to find love, I just hate the whole production of dating. It feels so fake and, ultimately, unrewarding.
