“Get lost, pal. She’s not interested.”
The guy gives us both a dirty look and then scoffs, “Whatever.”
I look at the other man who is still standing next to me. “Are you always so chivalrous?” I ask.
“Well–”
“You know, I didn’t need your help,” I spit.
“I didn’t think you did. I just know that guy and know he’s a jerk.” He gives me a weak smile. “I’ll leave you alone.”
He goes to walk away, and I realize how much of an ass I’m being.
“Wait,” I stop him. “Sorry. I’m a little cranky.”
“Rightfully so. I’d be cranky too if I was getting hit on by lowlife guys.”
“Can I buy you a drink as a peace offering?”
He smiles. “Only if it comes with a game of pool.”
I’m really not in the mood, but I figure maybe doing something fun will help bring me out of my funk. Reluctantly, I get off my stool and follow him to the pool tables.
Much to my surprise, this guy doesn’t come on too strong. We just make some pleasant small talk. I learn his name is Alex, and he’s a welder. He’s nice enough and attractive by most standards, but I feel absolutely nothing.
No heat. No sparks.
At this point, I’m wondering if my vagina is broken.
Maybe she took a hiatus with my libido.
When Alex goes to the bathroom, I pull out my phone to check for anything I might have missed.
Nothing.
Go figure.
As I’m opening the farming game I like, I feel someone grab ahold of my ass.
Whipping around, I say, “Is it asshole night at Giddy Ups or what?”
Staring back with a smug grin is Russ Parker, a jerk I went to high school with.
“Look who’s back. Little Jo Lawson.”
“Why the fuck are you grabbing my ass?”
“Everyone else has. I figured why not me?”
“Uhm, because you’re repulsive.”
We start circling each other like two predators stalking their prey.
“The Lawsons,” he begins. “I guess you’ve officially taken the title of the biggest Lawson loser. And that’s saying something considering one sibling got raided by the IRS.”
This guy.
“One sibling knocked up a slutty tattoo artist.”
