“Oh! But you’re not Kyle!” she exclaimed.
“No, I am not!” I agreed.
“Oh, no! What have I done?” she said. “You must hate me!”
“Not yet, no,” I replied, smiling.
I couldn’t help but enjoy this. I was so used to everyone running after me and talking to me with respect that I was having fun with this casual conversation.
“Makes sense,” she said. “You must be stupid too, just like Kyle.”
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“I know what you want!” she said. “You think you can find a drunk woman and just take advantage of her? You want what all men want! You are all jackasses! You’re all bastards!”
“Considering that I am trying to get you home safe, that’s a bit uncalled for,” I replied.
“Do you deny it? Huh?” she asked. “Do you deny that you want to take advantage of me?”
I cast a gaze down and studied her appearance. She was wearing a short black dress and tacky, glittery heels. Her beautiful brown hair cascaded down her back, and her bright brown eyes shone at me. Her tan complexion suited her fine features, and her bright, red lips complimented her skin tone. She was pretty, in a rather unconventional way.
“I don’t want to take any sort of advantage of you,” I assured her.
“Are you saying that I am not pretty enough? What a…” She launched into a series of expletives, and I smiled to myself, tuning her out.
It was refreshing to be with someone who treated me normally. This night was going to be fun, after all.
