Okay, he has a point there.
So I drop the subject.
We go on to talk about hockey and the upcoming game. We’re playing the Colorado Avalanche for our opener, and since they’re a division rival, it’s extra important that we win.
“We have to start the season off on the right foot,” I say.
“You mean the right skate,” Shane chimes in, chuckling.
That guy, he’s always making jokes and goofing around. He’s fun-loving like that. That’s why everyone adores him.
It’s amazing that he can’t find a girlfriend. I mean, if anyone is “perfect” boyfriend material, it’s Shane.
It’s fun to razz him back, and he takes it so well, so I just roll my eyes at his “right skate” comment.
Meanwhile, Easton groans. “Dude, really?”
We all just laugh, and the conversation continues as we finish our meals.
Once we’re done, we opt to skip dessert. Our server brings us the check, along with three fortune cookies.
I grab one, as do the other guys, and we unwrap and bust open the cookies together.
Shane has a funny one: “Your smile is a personal welcome mat.”
“That’s fitting for you,” I say, since it certainly is.
Easton agrees, then reads his fortune out loud. “‘An acquaintance from the past will affect you in the near future.’”
“Dude,” Shane says, laughing. “That one has already happened.”
“It sure has,” Easton replies with a big, happy smile.
He is so in love it’s almost sickening. And Shane is right—a best friend from Easton’s past, Claire, recently came back into his life. And then, telling no one, they ran off and got married.
Pretty wild, huh?
I can’t even imagine doing something like that.
The boys get on me to share my fortune, so I slip the little piece of paper from the cookie and read it to myself first.
“Aw, fuck,” I rasp as I toss the cookie onto the table. “Mine is so off it’s not even funny.”
“So read it to us anyway,” Shane says.
“Okay, here goes…” I blow out a breath, then blurt out, “A soulmate is about to come into your life who will make you change your ways.”
Both of my friends start laughing uproariously.
See, even they know that shit is about as wrong as wrong can be.
Calming down but still chortling, Shane says, “You and a soulmate? Changing your ways?” He laughs harder. “Yeah, that’ll happen when hell freezes over.”
“You got that right,” I agree.
First, I don’t believe in soulmates. At least not for me. And second, there is no woman out there who couldevermake me change my ways.
I’m wild and I’m free, and I intend to stay that way forever.
