Seven.
I closed the laptop and hauled my ass out of bed to shower.
Three hours later, I was pulling up to The Beaver and Boot, rethinking my brilliant idea to put myself out there again. Not for dating, but for sex. I was nowhere near ready to have a relationship, but a good fuck, I could definitely go for.
I needed to wipe the memories from my mind and dull my senses. I was tired of thinking of Bianca, of the clusterfuck I left behind. I just wanted to remind myself that there was still more to life.
The bar was crowded as I stepped inside, making it more difficult to find the woman I was supposed to be meeting. It was a fucking Tuesday night. What the hell was everyone doing out?
I grabbed a stool at the bar beside a blonde woman, waving down the bartender. “Beer.”
“Any particular kind?”
“Whatever,” I muttered, rubbing a hand over my face. This was a fucking horrible idea.
“Um…Josh?”
The voice was directed at me, and when I looked at the woman, she definitely wasn’t the woman from the picture. “Nope, sorry.”
“Oh.” She gave a tight smile and turned back toward the bar. “Sorry about that.”
“Meeting someone?”
“Yeah.” She cleared her throat, fiddling with the gold chain that hung around her neck.
“Yeah, me, too,” I sighed.
“It’s weird. A Tuesday is such a weird day to go on a date. Why not a Friday or Saturday?”
I huffed out a laugh at her thought process. “Tuesdays and Thursdays are the best days for dates.”
The bartender set the drink down and turned to the woman. “Another?”
“I think I’ll hold off. Thanks, JR.”
The man narrowed his eyes at me, then looked at the woman. “This guy bothering you, Ellie?”
“What? No,” she laughed. “We’re just having a friendly conversation.”
“Yeah, just keep it that way,” the man said to me.
“What the fuck did I do?”
“So, why are Tuesdays and Thursdays best for dates?” she asked, turning to face me.
“It’s the work week. Less chance that the date can go on for too long.”
“Too long,” she repeated.
“Yeah, you’re just meeting someone. You don’t want a date on a Friday night when neither of you has to be at work in the morning. That doesn’t give you the excuse to get away if your date is some kind of stalker.”
Her eyes twinkled with humor. “A stalker on a first date?”
“It’s possible. Why do you prefer a Friday night?”
“Well, because that’s date night. I would take a guy more seriously if he asked me out on a Friday.”
“Because there’s an opportunity for the night to last longer,” I smirked.
