Page 23 of Hot Four Teacher
“And he didn’t try to get some?”
“No,” I reply. “He was super respectful and didn't even try to look.”
“Wow. Sounds like a good guy. When are you going to see him again?”
“Ronnie, didn’t you hear any of the story I just told?”
“Yeah. What about it?” She asks.
“I highly doubt we are ever going to see each other again. It’s not like I was coherent enough for us to exchange numbers. I passed out pretty hard. I’m just glad he didn’t rob me or anything while I was out.”
“He didn’t try to even look at your tits or ass. I don’t think he would’ve tried to rob you.”
“I’m not sure if those two things are mutually exclusive.”
We sit quietly for a moment before she says, “I’m sorry, Mich. I’m sure you will find someone next time we go out.”
“Next time?” My eyes about bulge out of my head. “No, there will be no next time.”
“Why not? If you remember, this wasyouridea. You wanted to go out and have fun.”
“I’m aware of that. And I also know that I hadwaytoo much fun last night. I think the universe is telling me I should stay home.”
She sighs. “I think you’re putting way too much stock in cryptic messages that the universe may or may not be trying to send you.”
“So what?”
“So, everything isn’t a message from the universe. It’s okay to live your life however you want to.”
“Eh, I think I’m okay with my life the way it is.”
She sighs. “Sometimes, it seems like you’re a lost cause.”
“Glad you finally see it. Now, maybe you’ll leave me alone.”
“Don’t bet on it.” She winks. “Admit it. You had fun last night.”
I don’t really want to say it out loud, but she’s right. I did have fun with Dane. That kiss was enough to make me feel things I haven’t felt in years. I was one-hundred percent ready to go further, but I doubt I would have that same confidence when I’m not fueled by alcohol. I wouldn’t be that same woman he agreed to go home with last night.
I’m sure the real me would be far more underwhelming.
I say, “Okay, yes, I had a good time, but I don’t plan on making it a habit. I’ve got a daughter and a life.”
Her face scrunches up. “Well, you have one of those two things.”
“Shut up, Veronica,’ I say, pulling out her government name.
“Michelle, I’m going to get serious for a moment.”
Oh, lord.
“Do you want me to grab the soap box for you to do this speech on?” I ask.
“No, the couch will be fine.” She pats me on the knee before continuing.
“Mom was talking to me the other day about you, and–”
I cut her off. “You guys were talking about me?”
