Page 78 of A Very Friendly Valentine's Day
“I know.” I shrug. “Turns out I like guys who have a big brainanda big cock that they know how to use! That’ll be the subject ofmyTEDx Talk.” I give him a wave over my shoulder as I walk away from him. “Feel better!”
I might be a tad drunker than I thought I was.
A few of the little kids I babysat on the train to Chicago finish up the cutest version of a Ghostface Killah song I’ve ever heard. It really cleared the air after that girl who screamed the Alanis Morrisette song into the mic. And then the woman who owns the karaoke machine calls me up to the “stage,” which is by her table.
I let my hair down, shake it out, clear my throat, and then belt out one of my mom’s favorite songs, by Vanessa Williams. I never really cared much for it before, but now it’s my anthem. Because sometimes the snow does come down in June. Sometimes the sun really does go ’round the moon. This worldisa crazy place. And just when I thought our chance had passed—Eddie fucking Cannavale went and saved the best for last.
I just can’t wait to be standing face-to-face with him again.
I will never stop kissing that face.
I will never stop telling him I love him.
When I’m done singing, I curtsy for my audience and immediately pull my phone out from my pocket.
“Fucking motherfucking shadoobie fucker fuck!”
I did not mean to say that into the microphone.
I am definitely drunker than I thought I was.
I smile and hand the mic back to the karaoke machine lady and then hurry out into the next car so I can listen to the voicemail that just came through from Eddie.
I can’t believe I missed his call.
