I strolled out of the restaurant, the fire in my soul telling me that his focus had locked in on my so-called fat ass, and smirked at nothing once I was on the street.
Facing a rather empty night ahead of me, I looked at the crossroads, as this joint sat on the corner of two blocks, and decided to take the scenic route home.
Sure, I could go now and have Neev tell me about the latest viral show as she bitched about her coursework and Ma could fatten me up with her colcannonor…
I took the path back to the hospital.
This outfit would be wasted on the guy I was visiting but hell, he needed to see something pretty today.
When my phone buzzed, I peered at the screen.
Lara: How’s the date going?
Unsurprised that she was checking on me, I replied to my BFF:
Me: I walked out
Lara: Why?
Me: He sniffed a lot.
Lara:
Lara: Only you, Kitty
Me:
Me: I’m thinking about going home and correcting Wikipedia’s article on narcissism. I might upload his picture and call him out publicly.
Lara: You’re still doing that?!
Me: Not as much as I used to and only when I’m annoyed.
Me: It’d be a service to womankind. I’m a martyr for my gender
Lara: You’re such a weirdo.
Lara: I’ll tell George he was right about this one.
Me: When isn’t he?
Lara: I swear we should let him pick our dates. We send him a picture and he can tell us to swipe left or right.
Me: Millie was lucky when she snagged him.
Lara: Damn straight.
No, I wasn’t jealous. Certainly not about the multiple pregnancies. Just that my besties were so in sync and made it seem effortless while the rest of us had been cast adrift post-college.
Texts and calls were the only way we got together since Lara had moved to Vermont and George and Millie had returned to his hometown of Seattle. As for Beatriz, well, we’d lost her before any of us had even become nurses.
Because I couldn’t go hang out with my long-distance friends and had zero desire to hit up a Pilates class, I continued on the path to the hospital.
The receptionist frowned when she saw me. “You only left forty minutes ago, Kitty. Not another failed date!”
“Sharon, if you saw what I wasted this dress on, you wouldn’t be asking why I came back.”
“Barney drives me crazy, but I’m glad we’re married and I only have to hear about the dating scene from you guys.”
