I’m seriously struggling to wrap my head around this. I need to know the details and understand exactly what his intentions are. The last thing I want to see is my friend getting hurt. But the more she tells me, the more worried I am. It almost sounds like she’s in love with the man.
“Anyway, enough about me.” She’s now changing the subject, sounding frustrated that I’m not on board with her new love interest. I just think she could do better is all. “How are you? How are things with the dirty doc?”
My eyes roll at her chosen nickname. I will forever regret telling her about my first date with him. She’s been calling him the ”dirty doc” ever since.
“Things are good. School and work are keeping me busy. And the doctor is good, but he’s been working crazy hours, so I haven’t seen much of him lately.”
“That’s life with a surgeon, Izz. You’re going to have to get used to it.”
“I know,” I sigh. “But if we were living together, I could at least see him during the in-between hours.” I could be there when he gets off from his shift, and when he gets up in the morning for work. I could have dinner waiting for him when he gets home. And have his coffee hot and ready in a travel mug for him to take out the door. I could make life easier for him and get to see him for more than thirty minutes a couple times a week.
“Have you talked to him about it?”
I sure have. I laid out my case on our one-year anniversary, but he didn’t think it was the right time for us to move in together. He wants to wait until after I graduate, so he doesn’t feel guilty about leaving me home alone all the time.
“I did, but he said he wanted me to have a true college experience and to not rush into becoming a housewife.”
What he doesn’t realize is that being a housewife is all I’ve ever wanted. I’m getting the degree to support myself, but all I’ve ever dreamt about is being a mom. Staying at home with my kids and giving them what I never had. A mom to be there for them when they need me.
“You know what I think. I think you should start going to frat parties. See if the doc doesn’t change his stance on you having that ‘college experience.’”
This is the second time tonight I’ve gotten this advice. Maybe my friends are right. I’ve been waiting by the phone all night andhaven’t even received a text from him. The least he could do is let me know it’s a super busy night and he’s sorry he can’t talk.
“I think I just might do that. I’ll tell him I’m going to a frat party with my friends and then I’ll ignore his calls all night. Let him see how it feels to be left hanging for hours.” Maybe a taste of his own medicine will cure him of his behavior.
She laughs. “I bet you he’ll be telling you to pack your bags the next day.”
That would be amazing if he asked me to move in with him. Honestly, I’d just like to see him more.
“I miss you, Shay. When will I get to see you?”
It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve had one of our “sister weekends.” Partly because she moved in with a motorcycle club and I’m terrified to step foot in that place. But mainly…because I’ve been sitting by my phone waiting for Alex to call. Putting another friendship on the back burner for my boyfriend. That needs to stop.
“You just tell me when you have a night off from school and work, and I’ll be there, Izz.”
“That’s what I’ll do. I’ll tell him I’m going to a frat party then I’ll come and hang out with you for the night.”
“Sounds like a plan. I can’t wait for you to meet everyone.”
And I can’t wait to find out what Officer Price wants with my friend.
As soon as we say our goodbyes and hang up, a text comes in. I wonder if the dirty doc’s ears were burning hot, sensing we were talking about him.
Doctor D:I miss you too, baby. You have no idea. We had two bad accidents come in tonight and I’ve been in the OR back-to-back. I’m finally clocking out and going home for the night. My brain is fried. And my body is wiped.
So, he’s not going to come see me?
Me:You could come stay here tonight. I could help ease all that stress and give you a massage.
Doctor D:As much as I want that, I need to get some sleep before my shift tomorrow. If I come there, you know I don’t stand a chance at getting any shuteye. You’re too tempting.
Me:Okay, well, good night.
And once again I waited around all night just to be let down again. Next time, I’m going out with my friends. If he wants to see me, he can come meet me after I get home. Viv is right; he needs to make me a priority.
Doctor D:Before you go to bed, will you send me a picture of that young little pussy? I need something to stroke off to before I pass out.
So, he has time to stroke off to an image of me, but he won’t come stay the night with me? I shut my phone off and head to bed, deciding to let him sit with an unanswered text for once. I’m not in a generous mood tonight, nor do I want to feel like I’m only good for one thing—getting his dick off. If he has time to stroke himself off, he has time to come and see me.
