“Uh-huh. That’s likely.” Taylor did this lazy, jerking-off motion with her hand, like,Yeah, I’m really gonna sit around waiting for that to happen. “You just really need to stop following through on her ideas. That is not a good trend, no matter how well it happened to work out.”
“What ideas?”
“Hello. Family brunch?”
She had a point.
Somewhere around sixteen, I’d wised up and stopped following my sister’s advice. By that age, we’d already come to understand that we were too emotionally different to heed one another’s advice when it came to guys.
And yet… I’d taken her suggestion to invite Ashley to brunch with our family.
Why?
Because you wanted him to come.
“It was a solid idea,” I admitted, reluctantly. “Made me feel a little better. You know, since I maimed him and all, I probably owed him a nice meal.” Plus, I really wanted to see him again, and every time I’d hinted at another hot date, he’d been kind of avoidant.
“You didn’t maim him,” Taylor said. “It’s not like you cut his dickoff.”
I choked on my mojito. The dude sitting alone at the next table tossed us a disturbed look.
“Please don’t say that so loudly,” I whispered when he looked away. “Or so… casually.”
Taylor just shrugged and sipped her drink.
“Anyway, it’s better that he meet the family now,” I said. “So if he’s gonna run for the hills in terror, we can just get it over with.”
“Have you heard from him yet today?”
“No. Just that text last night. He asked what I was doing today, and that was it. Do you think I should ask him out?”
“No.”
“But maybe he’s just—”
“No,” she said, firmly. “If he doesn’t ask you out, fuck ’im. Move on.”
“Even if he’s my unicorn?”
“Even if. If a man won’t even man up to ask you out,” she said, just like I knew she would, “you’ll have worse problems down the road. You really want a man-baby who doesn’t have the balls to ask you out?”
I sighed. “No.”
“He should be dying to go out with you.”
“Uh-huh.”
“If not? Abort. Find another unicorn.”
“I guess.”
As if there would ever be another man as special as this one, though…
I didn’t say it. It sounded too sad, even if it was true.
Damn, I hoped he’d ask me out again.
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Taylor said. “I doubt the fam actually drove him off.” She lifted an eyebrow, almost in question. “Your mom’s really not that scary…”
