I snort a laugh.
“Hey.” Jameson swats at me. “No need to laugh at me.”
“I can’t go into every date thinking every guy is Prince Charming and going to sweep me off my feet.”
A wistful look washes over Jameson’s face. “Then why put yourself out there? It’s scary. But if I went into every date thinking it won’t work, I wouldn’t have any fun. Or meet Mr. Right.”
“So is Gunnar Mr. Right then?” I do air quotes around Mr. Right. I’ve heard it enough times that I never know if I can believe it. Scraped him off the floor after he’s been dumped one too many times to not be wary of this new guy.
“Maybe. I don’t know yet. A few good orgasms does not a future make.”
“Ugh, I miss good orgasms,” I mutter.
“Then take a chance!” Jameson swats at me. “I want to hear about this guy that has twisted my girl all up inside. From one glance, all I know is he is tall, dark, and handsome. And if he played for my team, you know I’d be climbing him like a tree.”
I took a sip of water at the wrong time, choking it down at his words.
“Jameson!” I grab a napkin to mop up the water I half spit out.
“What? Give me deets. I’m not going to quit asking until you tell me.”
“You’re like a dog with a bone.” I laugh.
Weighing how much I want to tell him, I give him a little bit of news. Because I don’t want to tell him everything and then this thing turn out to be nothing.
“Fine. His name is Derek Hollins.”
“Okay, Derek Hollins. What does he do?”
“He’s a high school football coach.”
“And has a son,” Jameson confirms.
“Yes. Troy. He’s a bit younger than Lydia.”
“I bet that makes him more appealing to you,” Jameson tells me.
“Why would that make him more appealing?” I pop a cracker into my mouth and lean back in the creaky, plastic chair.
“Because he knows what your life is like. If you have to cancel plans at the drop of the hat, then he’ll understand.”
“I only hung out with him twice.”
“Plans for another date?”
“Saturday night.”
A wicked smile spreads across my best friend’s face.
“Need any tips? I can help you there.”
“Jameson, I can’t with you sometimes.”
He blows me a kiss, his dark hair flopping down into his eyes. “You love me, sweetheart.”
“I don’t know why.”
The restof my shift goes by without incident. These are the days I don’t mind having at work. The easy ones that don’t weigh heavily on my mind.
