Page 65 of Fun Together
“Sorry, I don’t know why I called. I?—”
“I’m glad you called.”
“Yeah?”
“I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
“How did it go tonight?”
She groans. “I don’t know. I think my expectations were too high.”
“So it was bad?”
“Not bad, just a little disappointing.”
She tells me about how he took her to some kind of abandoned warehouse for a five-course dinner and that he was weirdly obsessed with the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
“How did you two leave things?” This is my very bad way of asking if anything happened.
“He offered to wait with me while the Uber arrived.”
“Chivalry isn’t dead,” I say.
“Then he kissed me.”
A hot wave jealousy hits me right in stomach. But for some reason I ask, “Was it a good kiss?” Why am I doing this to myself?
“I’m not sure.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I think you’d know if it was good.”
“At first I thought it was bad, but I keep thinking about it.” Her voice is muffled, like she’s rolled over and she’s partially speaking into her pillow. “I think maybe I forgot what a good kiss feels like.”
If she’s lying in bed, unable to stop thinking about the kiss, that means it was at least a little good. “Are you going to see him again?”
“I don’t know. We’ll see. How did it go with Dani?”
“She was nice. We had a good time.” I don’t tell her that Dani and I won’t be more than friends. It’s like I need to keep some kind of tether to something else right now.
“I would take someone nice at this point. Do you know any nice guys? That are kind and don’t make the entire conversation about them?”
I think through the guys I know and selfishly don’t want to introduce her to any of them. But that’s unfair. I think I might know exactly this type of guy and he’s on my softball team.
“Do you want to come to my softball game Tuesday? There’s a guy on my team, Chris, you might like.” Chris reminds me a lot of Andrew, actually.
“I was joking, but . . . maybe?”
“Worst case scenario, you get to see my prowess on the field.”
She giggles. “Be still my heart.”
This has gotten so complicated. I can admit to myself that I want Faye but can’t have her. But trying to set your best friend’s ex up with someone else still feels wrong in some way, too. I can’t think straight. It’s like I’m caught in a current of shoulds and should nots with her.
Guess I’ll just go along with it and see what happens.
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