The opposite of my taunt to him the other day.
So, I’d rather go on a little revenge spree of my own by letting a man take me on a date, a man who won’t run at the first sign of emotional intimacy.
The only thing Nathan was right about is that I’m not suited for a casual relationship or one-night stands. And there’s nothing wrong with that. It isn’t something to be ashamed of.
I love being in a committed relationship, having a man who loves me unconditionally and can give me a future.
One day when I’ve gotten over Nathan, I will put myself out there. I won’t be afraid to put my heart on the line. Meanwhile, tonight is solely about distraction and having a pleasant conversation.
To pick a dress, I FaceTimed them to ask their opinion. Of course, the conversation took a different turn.
Peering at them on my iPad, I tease Noor, “How the hell are you going to save me from halfway across the world if I indeed was coerced?”
“Yeah, tell us, smart-ass,” mocks Anaya.
“I’ll send someone who looks like me.”
“A doppelgänger?” Anaya snorts. “Where the fuck would she find one?”
“She can put out an ad.”
“Ad?”
Noor nods like it’s a viable solution, not at all impossible. “Yeah, online.”
“You’ve gone mental.”
“Can we get back to helping me out?” I grumble. “I didn’t call to debate on a hypothetical scenario.”
“The little black dress,” they both say at once.
“You can never go wrong with that.” Anaya smirks. “Wear red high heels and hoop earrings.”
“Got it, fashionista,” I reply, lifting the dress off the bed. It’s very sexy and bold and backless with sequins on the hem that end a little below my ass. I could flash someone if I accidentally bend an extra inch. “Let me put it on. Wait here.”
Running into the bedroom, I disrobe and slip the dress on. It fits me perfectly even though I bought it last year. My mood brightens a little.
Returning to the closet, I twirl and show off my figure to my best friends.
They hoot.
“Damn, you look sexy, girl,” says Noor dreamily. “He’s going to be drooling.”
“Thanks.”
“By the way, what’s the guy’s name?” questions Noor.
“All I’ve been told is the last name… Mr. Verma.” Squinting at Anaya, I coax, “Blind date doesn’t mean you can’t tell me his full name, Anaya.”
“Pretty sure it does,” she counters confidentially.
“How am I supposed to recognize him? What if there’s another Mr. Verma?”
A roll of her eyes. “Don’t worry. He’s told the hostess a woman named Arya Chopra will be joining him.”
“If I end up with the wrong man, who turns out to be a serial killer and I’m dead, it’ll be your fault.”
“Noted.” She smirks. “Now finish your makeup and hurry so you aren’t late.”
