Page 32 of Rebound With Me
“I’m sorry to hear that.” She says this as though she didn’t tell me five times that she didn’t think it was a good idea for me to get involved with my half-brother’s nanny.
“She told me that she was with someone else. Still is, I mean. For two months.”
“I see. How did that make you feel?”
“Made me feel like dancing.”
“Yeah?”
“No, it made me mad as fuck. Sorry. I wanted to beat the shit out of someone.”
“Who?”
“The guy. Russell.”
“Russell? You knew the man that she left you for?”
“No, I never met him. She told me his name. Russell. Never met a Russell that I liked. Ever. Except Russell Crowe. I mean I never met him, but he seems cool.”
She’s scribbling something on her notebook. “So you haven’t had contact with this Russell that she was seeing?”
“Is seeing.”
“She’s still seeing him.”
“Far as I know. No. I saw him. I…I followed her to his place after she told me, and then I followed him. For a little while.”
“Tell me about that.”
I tell her about that. I only have like thirty-five minutes left, so I tell her everything, all of a sudden, in a rush of words. Feeling-words. All that shit that she taught me to use back when I was just a walking container of rage. She scribbles like mad, keeps shifting around in her seat. She doesn’t interrupt me at all, and then waits for me to continue when I take a sip of water, even though I can tell she’s dying to comment because she’s tapping her pen on her thigh.
“I want to see her again.”
“To further work through your feelings of revenge towards her ex?”
“No, I just want to see her. I don’t even know if the revenge thing came into play once I started talking to her.”
“But you purposefully didn’t get her number?”
“No, but I told her I’d be back to paint the wall.”
“When?”
“Thursday morning.”
“Okay. And when you say you want to see her again, you mean that you’d like to have sex with her again?”
“Yeah. A lot. But I’ve also been thinking about what it would be like to have coffee with her in the morning. When I walked past a restaurant today I thought about having brunch with her there. Brunch! I hate going to brunch. I just had this feeling she’d like it.”
“That’s a nice thing, Vince.”
“I mean, what’s next? Thinking about marriage?”
She sits forward in her chair. “Areyou thinking about marriage?”
“No! No. Definitely not. I just met her. I mean, we’re totally different. I just meant…I don’t know. She’s nice.”
“It’s okay if you don’t know what you meant. We can explore it some more in our next session.”
