“I haven’t met anyone that’s worth the investment.”
“I thought for sure you’d keep seeing that Spanish guy after you told me what a good fuck he was.”
“Yeah, me too… Until I realized he was a one trick pony.”
“You know what your problem is?” she asked, popping open her soda.
“I’m incapable of emotional depth?”
She laughed. “No.”
“What is it then, Dr.Phil?”
“You compare every guy you go out with to Aiden.”
“No I don’t.”
“Yes, you do.”
“That’s impossible. I’ve never even kissed Aiden, much less slept with him.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“I’m listening.” I leaned against the arm of the couch and propped my head up with my hand.
“I just mean it’s unlikely that you’re going to meet someone who gets you the way he does so it’s not fair to hold random guys to that standard.”
“Meh.”
“Seriously. There must be other guys out there who would be as funny and interesting to you as he is, but you never give anyone the chance to prove whether they have that kind of potential.”
“I don’t want to waste my valuable time getting to know someone who doesn’t cut it-”
“Whatever. That’s just my two cents.”
“And I really don’t think that’s true. Yeah, I’m comfortable with Aiden, but it’s not like I don’t give people a chance. If anything, I give too many people a chance.”
She smiled. “Yeah, well, someone has to make up for all the nuns.”
“I would love to meet someone with Aiden’s hair though. It’s so dark and thick and perfect. That’s the kind of hair on a man I can really get excited about.”
“Not me,” Fiona said. “I’d rather have an All American boy with blond hair and blue eyes who looks far too innocent to do the nasty things I’d have planned for him.”
“Speaking of hair, I think I might want you to change my pink streaks.”
“You don’t like them?”
“No, I do. I just think I might like purple better.”
“Sure, no problem. Whenev.”
“Thanks.”
“You want to go out tonight?” she asked, covering her mouth as she burped. “Excuse me.”
“I don’t know. I’m pretty beat.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say almost getting saved took a lot out of you.”