Page 88 of It's Not PMS, It's You
“Fine, he’s hot, but it’s possible for him to be hot without me having the hots for him. Those are two completely different things.”
“If you say so.”
I didn’t think I had the hots for him. Really.
Dee leaned back in her chair. “In fact, why don’t you prove you don’t have the hots for him?”
I crossed my arms. “How am I going to do that?”
“By going to the speed dating event this evening. I think the reason you’re resisting going is because you have feelings for Nick.”
“That makes no sense. How could I have feelings for him? We haven’t even gone on a date.”
“Neither have Brandon and I. Yet . . .”
I blew out a frustrated breath. “Maybe I don’t feel like going to speed dating because I know it’s going to be a waste of my time.”
“You have the chance to meet up to twenty men in an hour.”
“I have the chance to meet twentylosersin an hour.”
“The men have been prescreened, are all over forty years old, andallare successful business professionals.”
“Blah, blah, blah, you’ve already told me that. Repeating information does not make it more appealing the second or third time around. It just becomes annoying.”
Dee crossed her arms and glared at me.
She was the one person in the world who knew me better than I knew myself.
I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fine. I’ll go.”
Dee studied me. “I don’t believe you.”
“Since when have I lied to you?”
“You meantoday?”
I laughed and glanced over at my vibrating phone to check the caller ID. “It’s Gary.”
“He probably wants to know the latest on Caltonic,” Dee said.
I nodded and answered the call. “Hi, Gary. What’s going on?”
“Hey, Ruth. Just wanted to get the latest on Caltonic. Have you heard back from Byron?”
“Not yet.”
“We need to push this one through. The board is getting antsy that we’re not going to hit our numbers this quarter. How close are you to closing the deal?”
“I was hoping it was already going to be closed by now, but I’m guessing that it’s still tied up with their legal department. I’m going to see Byron this afternoon. I can give you an update after I meet with him.”
“Sounds great. Why don’t you stop by the office after you meet with him? How’s six o’clock?”
“Well, uh . . .”
I glanced at Dee.
“What?” she whispered.
