Page 60 of How to Ruin Your Ex's Wedding
“No sweat, boss man,” she says before, heading to the other end of the bar to help other patrons.
“Maybe you should date Leslie,” Gregor suggests.
“I’m not going to date Leslie,” I reply.
“Why not?”
“Well, for one, I’m pretty sure she has a girlfriend. Two, I’m not attracted to her. And three, if she does have a girlfriend, then she’s definitely not attracted to me. Be fighting a losing battle.”
“You forgot reason number four,” he says.
“What’s number four?”
“You’re still hung up on Tabby.”
“I’m not still hung up on her.”
“You are, man. It’s the only reason why you, as Matthew, agreed to be the photographer.”
“We’ve been over this, G. I agreed to be the photographer so I could ruin the wedding photos, not because I’m still in love with her.”
“Which means you still care.”
“How does that figure?”
“Otherwise, ruining the wedding would be a non-issue in your life.”
“So, you’re saying because I wanted revenge, I still care about her?”
“Care, love, hung up on, yeah. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“No. No way, man. I moved on long ago.”
“Really? With who?”
“Lots of chicks.”
“You jumped to her defense today with Nipplecock, according to you.”
“So?”
“So, you also sacrificed me in the process.”
“And?”
“And it means you still want her.”
“It does not.”
“Okay, riddle me this: how’d you and Tabby leave things earlier?”
“What do you mean? We said goodbye and we both left.”
“Were you okay with that? Or did you want to keep hanging out with her?”
I think back to how I felt when we said goodbye in the parking lot. I can either be honest with Gregor and own up to how he thinks I feel, or I can save face and deny everything.
“I’m not answering that, G. It’s a stupid question.”
