“What color were his briefs?” Claudia asks.
The girls all laugh.
“Red,” I tell them. “Well, anyway, things were awkward after that.”
“So how old is this guy?” Claudia asks, being her usually nosy self. “Married? What does he do?”
“I have no clue,” I admit. “We didn’t say much. He looked young though, about twenty-five.”
“Damn… those young guys are nothing but trouble,” Claudia points out. And she should know. Claudia’s separated and has just entered the dating world. She’s gorgeous and had no problem jumping back into it, but apparently, the landscape is dire.
One more reason not to date.
“Well, next time you talk to him, we want some intel,” Mischa says. “So we can live vicariously through you.”
“Yeah, nothing exciting ever happens around here,” Gretchen chimes in.
“Well, not quite true,” Mischa argues. “I’ve had enough drama for a lifetime this past year.”
Yes, she definitely has.
“Just watch out for the boy next door,” Claudia warns me. “You can’t trust any of them.”
The boy next door.
Yes, I should probably listen to Claudia. The last time I fell for the boy next door, it was a complete disaster. And it changed my life forever.
Well, he wasn’t exactly a boy. He was a man. And perhaps that was what drew me to him.
