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go
out for drinks to celebrate.
    He surprised me even
more when he suggested I invite Macy, and so now here I sit with my
boyfriend and my best friend. It’s a plethora of ‘friends’.
    Whoa… I just
used the word plethora, so I can’t be that drunk.
    “Hey Macy…
I just used the word ‘plethora’ in my mind,” I say,
genuinely impressed with myself.
    Taking a sip of her
vodka tonic, Macy grins at me. She’s completely enjoying my
inebriated state because she doesn’t get to see me this way
often. I don’t like giving up control.
    “That’s
great, Mac. But so what?” she asks, shooting Matt a
conspiratorial wink.
    “W-e-e-e-e-ll,”
I drawl out. “I’m obviously not that drunk if I can use
big words in my head. Thus, I deserve another Slippery Nipple.”
    Matt’s arms
wrap around my waist, and I can feel the rumble of his chuckle
against my back. He leans in and kisses me on the neck. “It’s
arguments like that that will make you a legal star. I’m
convinced. I’ll go get you another Slippery Nipple.”
    Matt deposits me
back in my chair and heads off to the bar. I watch him as he walks
away, leaning my head on my hand, and giving a swooning sigh.
    “Girl…
you have it bad,” Macy remarks. “I never saw you act this
way around Pete.”
    “Pete who?”
I ask. “There is no Pete… there is only Matt. Hey…
that sounds like a really deep, philosophical statement. Kind of
like, ‘I think, therefore I am’. Except now it’s,
‘There is no Pete… therefore there’s Matt’.
Man, I have layers.”
    Macy bursts out
laughing at me. “I love you, Mac. I really, really do.”
    A silly grin breaks
across my face. “Awww. I love you, Macy-girl. I love Matt,
too.”
    “You do?”
Macy asks, her laughing abruptly gone and replaced by genuine
curiosity.
    I glance over at the
bar and take Matt in. He’s leaning against it casually,
watching a basketball game that’s on the TV while he waits for
my drink. Do I love him? Or am I just drunk? Can it be both?
    No immediate answer
comes to mind, and I realize I’m not quite the philosopher I
thought I was just a few minutes ago.
    “I don’t
know,” I tell Macy. “I know I’m ridiculously happy
with him. He’s given me everything I asked for.”
    “Well, you’ll
know when you know. For now—enjoy the ride. And I do mean that
with every bit of sexual innuendo I can muster.”
    Looking back at Matt
again, I tell her, “Oh, he’s giving me the ride of a
lifetime. I’m definitely enjoying it.”
    ***
    After that one last
Slippery Nipple, Matt convinces me it’s time to head home. When
we walk into the apartment, Matt says goodnight to Macy and drags me
back into my bedroom. I wave at Macy, and she shoots me a smile that
says, I’m really happy for you, Mac .
    At least I hope
that’s what the smile means. Or it could mean, I hope you
don’t puke on your shoes but if you do, it’s Matt’s
problem .
    As soon as my
bedroom door is closed, I spin toward Matt and reach out for his belt
buckle. My fingers fumble for a second but then his hands close over
mine, quieting my movement. “No way, baby. You’re too
drunk.”
    I make a pffft sound, which, in hindsight, really makes me sound drunk. “But
honey… I want it.”
    I’m going for
seductive and sexy, but I think I may be coming off as drunkenly
whorish. To my relief, Matt gives me a soft smile and pulls me into a
hug. He kisses the top of my head, and I can’t help but sigh in
contentment to be wrapped up in him.
    “You can have
it,” he assures me. “Tomorrow…when you’re
sober. So for now, go brush your teeth and takes some aspirin.”
    I huff and puff but,
honestly, the room is sort of spinning, so I totter off to do what he
says. After brushing my teeth and popping two Tylenol, I quickly
remove all of my clothes, leaving them lying on my bathroom floor. I
probably am too drunk to have sex, and seriously, I don’t want
to have sex with Matt and not remember it. That would be a