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Amanda squeezes, then lets go of my hand and takes a bite of her salad. “You need to date someone,” she says with her mouth full as she points her fork at me. “And I know just the guy.”
Richelle starts clapping. “Yes! Who is it?”
“Mm … Mm. Nope. I do not want to date anyone.” I sling myself back in my chair and cross my arms over my chest in defiance.
“Why not? I’m not talking about getting married. Just go out with the guy and see what happens. You need to get off your couch, turn off the TV, and kiss a really handsome man.”
“Ooooo … handsome, huh?” Richelle leans forward and rests her elbows on the table, placing her chin in her hands, waggling her eyebrows.
Amanda gives her a side glance. “Very, very good looking. If I wasn’t a happily married woman, I would be interested.”
Richelle looks my way. “That’s high praise coming from her.”
I look between the two of them and sigh in defeat. “Ugh. Fine. What’s he look like?”
A satisfied smile crosses Amanda’s lips as she gets her phone and unlocks it. “His name is Geoffrey, with a G.”
“Seriously?Geoffrey with a G?” I ask mockingly. She can't be serious.
Richelle lets out a snort beside me. “What?” Amanda asks, her eyes darting between the two of us.
“He sounds pretentious.” I take a sip of my mimosa, feeling like I’m going to need it to get through this.
“Hey now, don’t be a snob. He didn’t choose his name.” Amanda slaps my arm, then goes back to searching on her phone.
“Okay. Fair point.”
She continues her scrolling. “He’s a partner at the firm, and he’s divorced with no kids.”
“So, he has baggage?” I ask.
Amanda raises her eyebrow. “And like you don’t?”
I lift my glass to her. “Touche.” I down the rest of my drink to ready myself for this.
Amanda arches one eyebrow. “Anyway, here.” She flashes her phone in my face, and staring back at me is one of the most handsome men I have ever seen.
My eyes widen. “Oh.”
“I wanna see!” Richelle grabs Amanda’s arm and pulls it towards her. “Wowzers. Hello there, Geoffrey with a G. He really has a whole Channing Tatum vibe going on, doesn’t he? I wonder if he can dance?”
I snicker at this because Richelle isn’t wrong. He does look exactly like Channing. Which one hundred percent works for me.
“See what I mean,” Amanda continues. “Maria, he is the nicest guy. Honest. You are my best friend, and I wouldn’t set you up with a tool. Get this … his wife cheated on him with his cousin.”
We crinkle our noses up at this. “Gross,” Richelle says. I’m an expert on cheating spouses. At least we would have that in common.
“He was devastated for the longest time but has bounced back and is ready to start seeing people again.” She’s staring at me now, eagerness written on her face, wanting the green light to set me up with Geoffrey with a G. But for some reason, I’m hesitant.
“I don’t know, you guys.”
“Look.” Amanda sits her phone down. “What is Sam doing right now?” She jams her finger into the table.
“Why are you asking me that?” I’m annoyed with where I know this conversation is going.
“He’s probably out having breakfast with Cara. Or maybe kissing her across the table at whatever restaurant. They might be doing some kind of domestic thing, like refinishing a dresser or grocery shopping. I don’t know! My point is,he has moved on. The two of them are vacationing together, spending time with Mikey. He’s happy. So why can’t you be?”
I sit back in my chair again and ponder what Amanda said. She’s right. Why am I sitting around my house in my pajamas, watching TV, drowning my sorrows in wine when I could be out having a good time? Me and Geoffrey with a G. Sam and his abs are having fun with Cara and her red bikini. More than likely, not giving my miserable existence a second thought. He made his choice.
