Page 6 of How to Lose at Love
I mean honestly, come on. What’s a girl got to do to get laid around here?
“I have no idea why he asked me out in the first place, but I can assure you, if he got a boner every time he saw me, we’d have slept together by now.”
Great. Now I’m talking to myself.
Diegoisa catch. He is. But sometimes I’d rather come home and bathe a cat than sit through a date with him.Yawn.
He’s sweet, though on the shyer side. In great shape. Friendly.
Anyway, we’re taking it slow.
Super slow.
Like—at a glacial pace.
My friends told me to give the guy a chance, so I’m giving the guy a chance even though I’m still very undecided about him and where this is headed. Are we just wasting time, or is there potential here?
Can a relationship grow if there’s no zing or zap when you touch?
I grab my jacket off the chair when I breeze through the kitchen, slipping into a pair of comfortable boots. I have a long shift at the diner and will be on my feet the entire time, so the sweater and comfy shoes are a must.
“Please let us be busy tonight so I can keep my mind off things,” I mutter, grabbing my house keys off the hook and jamming them in my cross-body bag. Give the door a yank when I’m in the hall to make sure it’s good and locked.
Bzzt, bzzt.
My cell buzzes in my back pocket.
Diego:
Hey, whatcha up to?
Heading to work! You?
Just got done with practice. Jake is taking us for pizza.
Jake is his roommate and not a member of the team, but it seems like they spend a ton of time together.
Pizza? Yum, my favorite. What will you have on it?
Dunno. Meat lovers probs.
I rack my brain for something new to say. I’ve noticed Diego isn’t great about reciprocating questions, so the conversation usually dies unless I keep it going.
Another text comes through before I can send one off.
Gonna have to take a rain check for tomorrow.
He’s canceling?
Disappointment dips in my stomach. Tomorrow is Friday and the only night this week he had available to get together. I made reservations at a nice place, a moody steakhouse where we could talk and have a drink and possibly get romantic for like, the first time ever.
Guess not.
Oh. Okay, sure. I understand.
I understand? He hasn’t even told me the reason he can’t make it. Doesn’t offer an excuse.
Cool
