anything. Classic Type A personality.
“Isn’t that her over there?” Holly asked, pointing to a woman chatting up the bartender.
“Yep, that’s her.” Amy yelled and waved her over.
Lexi smiled when she noticed them at the table and quickly made her way over. “Hey, chicas!” She said, giving Amy and Holly a big hug.
Holly felt grateful to have some new friends to hang out with; it made her feel more at home in her unfamiliar city. She had done a few things with Amy outside of work, but this was the first time with Lexi. According to Amy, she and Lexi had been good friends forever, even though they were complete opposites.
Amy was driven and focused on career. She was currently working on getting her CPA license. She had a steady boyfriend, who she had planned to marry someday, and she appeared to have her entire life mapped out in front of her. Lexi, on the other hand, was a free spirit. She didn’t take anything too seriously and didn’t know, nor care, what the future had in store for her. She wanted to get the most fun out of each day, along with experiencing as many men as she could handle.
Nope, not too much in common, thought Holly. Besides both being drop-dead gorgeous. Amy had the most stunning shade of curly red hair. Holly often wondered if she dyed it; she hoped so, because otherwise, it just wouldn’t seem fair for anyone to have that perfect shade naturally. Lexi was this raven-haired beauty with big dark eyes and plump lips that other women would pay a fortune for. Both had figures that would stop traffic.
It was hard for Holly to not feel just a little bit insecure around them. Even though she considered herself attractive, she felt like she was fading away sitting next to them because of her pale blonde hair and light blue eyes. Her ex-fiancé, Brian, had once told her that her hair was the color of buttered popcorn. Hopefully he meant the color of real butter and not that bizarre shade they sell at the movie theaters.
“Don’t let me walk out of here tonight without that bartender’s number,” Lexi said, snapping Holly out of her thoughts.
“I don’t know how you can possibly fit any more men into your schedule,” replied Amy.
“I’ll always be able to fit them in. The thicker the better,” Lexi said with a wink. A self-proclaimed nympho - and proud of it – Lexi enjoyed her fair share of men.
“Why even bother with his phone number?” Amy said. “Just take him home tonight.”
“You’re absolutely right! Look at the way he handles himself behind the bar – I bet he’s fantastic in bed.”
“Geez, Lexi. I was just kidding!”
Lexi ignored her and turned to Holly. “So, we already know that Amy may as well be an old married woman.” Amy stuck her tongue out at Lexi, but she continued. “But you, Holly, are a free woman. You can get hot and sweaty with anyone, anytime you want.”
Her friends knew about Holly’s breakup, but she had never gone into that much detail about it. “I’m staying away from men for awhile. It’s nice to just be alone. I don’t think I could even be interested in someone right now.” Liar.
“Nonsense!” said Lexi. “You need to get back on the horse – so to speak – as soon as possible. If you don’t use it, you lose it. Hey! I know this dude that would be perfect! You guys would really hit it off. I’ll bring him with me to Amy’s next week for my birthday party. You’ll be there, right?”
Before Holly could respond, Amy dropped her head in her hands and said, “Oh shit! About your party…I am so sorry, Lexi! I’ve been meaning to tell you, but you know how busy things have been at work and --”
“I hope you are planning on telling me that your period is late and NOT something that I do not want to hear, especially something about my fabulous party that you are planning on throwing for me.”
“Again, Lexi, I am really sorry. I had planned on giving you the most incredible celebration, but my grandmother is