Page 10 of My Super Sexy Spy
Loser.
It took a while, but by the time I was back home, I’d managed to put the whole thing behind me and focus on what was really important about today.
I had taken a pretty big step out of my comfort zone. And there was someone I totally wanted to share that news with.
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ME:So I did it. I took the deal. I’m officially going to write a travel book and I already booked my trip.
LEIGH:Holy shit! That’s awesome. I know this is going to sound weird but I’m really proud of you. I know this is a big deal for you
ME:Thanks. You were the first person I wanted to tell, actually.
LEIGH:Ahh. That’s because you’ve accepted the fact I am your friend. I know this because we’re now sharing details about our sex lives.
ME:YOU didn’t share. I shared. Big difference.
LEIGH:Well I’ve got nothing to share right now…so sad for me.
ME:Why not? Are you ugly? Scars? Warts?
LEIGH:No BITCH! The truth is, I kind of have a crazy job and it really doesn’t allow for things like relationships. Barely even one-night stands, although those have gotten kind of old.
ME:What kind of work do you do? I don’t think you’ve ever told me.
LEIGH:It’s one of those jobs that is hard to describe so I just tell people I’m in marketing. Lately though it’s been getting to me. The pressure. The constant stress. There is never any down time. I’ve started to lose the thread of who I am.
ME:That sucks. Have you considered something else?
LEIGH:Not really. It’s not one of those jobs that’s easy to walk away from. But I’m thinking if I’m ever going to settle down, I might have to before I’m simply incapable of making a connection to someone real.
ME:Okay, you’re thinking about settling down. That makes me think there might be someone out there you are interested in.
LEIGH:There’s a girl. A woman. Maybe. But again, I just don’t see how I could make it work with my job. And I’m afraid I’ve forgotten what being in a relationship even means.
ME:OH SHIT! I hope you didn’t take offense when I said I wasn’t gay!
LEIGH:Chill out! No, I didn’t take offense. I just took it as you explaining you’re not gay. That’s what’s so great about being alive today. No one cares about stuff like that… well, almost no one I know. You like dicks, I’m into girls, and we’re bestie internet friends.
ME:Cool. Well, you convinced me I was crazy not to take a chance on the book so I’m telling you—screw the job and go after the girl. You’ll figure it out.
LEIGH:I’m thinking about it. Where are you going to go first?
ME:I fly into Rome, but the plan is to train it up to Venice, then down to Florence, back to Rome. Then Paris. I wanted to save Paris for last.
LEIGH:Because it’s your favorite place.
ME:How did you know that?
LEIGH:It’s the way you write about it. When you talk about Paris it feels like you’re talking about somewhere you truly love. It’s in your voice. Your writing voice.
Was it? No, it wasn’t possible. I couldn’t love a place I’d never been to. She was just guessing.
My computer dinged again, breaking me out of my thoughts.
LEIGH:Anyway, it sounds amazing.
ME:Yeah, I’m excited. I had this crazy thing happen today so it’s nice to just focus on this trip. I thought… I don’t know, I thought I would be more afraid, but right now I just want to go
