best friends, and have been since high
school. How sweet is that?
“So, other than Corey, have you decided on a
date with anyone else from that site?” I can tell Roni is treading
lightly. Normally she’s more forward and jerkish about stuff like
this.
“No, I have no interest.” I’m firm with my
answer, even though I’m not being entirely truthful. The Suit
Master has sort of been on my mind a lot. After receiving two more
emails from him this week. That were just as eloquent, funny and
well versed as the first one. I’ve been hard pressed to find a
reason not to reply.
Time for a subject change, no more about Lex,
how about we talk about Roni, that is sure to make her even more
uncomfortable.
“So, Roni, how are you and the
hunk-of-burnin’ love from Auto’s doing?” I ask, placing my orange
infused tea to my lips. Mmmm, this is delicious. Who am I kidding?
All tea is delicious. Some people are coffee addicts. I’m a tea
addict.
Crinkling her cute nose, she swirls her spoon
in her tea staring into it, like it’s going to give her the answer
to my question.
“Well…” I press a little further.
“I’m not sure. Only been dating a few weeks
and he wants it to be more than what it is. And you know me,
I don’t do more .” Her tone suggests she’s not so sure if she
wants what she refers to as ‘more’ or not. Normally I’d say no. But
normally her boy-toys typically stick around a week or two, tops.
Bob, on the other hand, is closing in on a month. Which tells me
she’s not bored yet.
“Are you telling me a man can stand you for a
month and wants to have more than hot kinky sex with you?” I
giggle at my sarcasm and Roni looks up from her tea, glaring at me,
and throws half-eaten biscotti at my head. I duck to the side and
it flies past me, hitting the wall and ending up on the floor.
“Fuck you.”
Well, alrighty then. I love you too.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like him, Miss Sassy
Britches. Give him a date or two and then see if he can still stand
you, your ugly clothes and vibrant, loving, personality.”
Apparently, I’m dripping with sarcasm today. Must be this weird
morning I’ve had thus far. I fell out of dandayamana-janushirasana
pose today, which I’ve not done in two years. Something is off with
me and I don’t know what.
“Oh, fuck you, Lex. We are so busy with
Keagan Cosmetics and Creams, and I have no desire to ever marry,
have children or even a dog for that matter. I’m twenty eight, I
like sex, beer, cars, and if I had a penis, I’d probably be happier
than bleeding every month.”
No, she wouldn’t. Being a woman is awesome.
Why would she ever want to trade that is beyond me.
“Calm down, I love you; I’m just saying Bob
might be the right guy. He’s busy too, he’s older, sexy, doesn’t
have kids or a dog. He obviously likes sex as much as you do and he
just wants a little more, maybe to go to dinners with. I don’t see
the auto mechanic asking you to doll yourself up or be something
you’re not. Take it for what it is and give him what he wants, or
let him go. I don’t understand why it’s imperative for me to date
and find someone. All the while, my best friend just wants a damn
booty call. Wake up and smell the roses, Roni, what’s good for the
goose had better be good for the gander. So, if your butt wants me
to date, you will have to put in the effort and do just the same.
Got me?” Woo-hoo, I’m a roll today!
Nodding as if she agrees, I get up and sit my
mug in the sink. Now it’s time to get dolled up to go out with
Corey.
Chapter Five
Agreeing to meet Corey in Lords at Buckeye’s
Tavern for lunch and a drink at one. I’m running on time and just
pulling up when I see Corey standing outside the taverns metal
front door. He’s wearing a light blue polo shirt that highlights
his blonde hair and piercing blue eyes
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