“Sunday it is. I’ll call you this week and we can talk about what we’d like to do together.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” I said, while he walked me to my door.
He kissed me again, but less passionately this time. I assumed he worried if the kiss became too intense, we’d end up in bed. Still, the kiss left both his taste on my lips and my body begging for more, so it’d served its purpose.
I started dialing Missy as soon as I walked into my condo. It’s like nothing really happened until I tell my best friend about it and she has given me her opinion. That’s how it has always been with us.
Only now it occurred to me while I always call her about my dates, she never does. She may mention she had a date or imply she’s going on one, but she never asks me for advice or for my opinion. Maybe she believes I wouldn’t understand because I’m not a lesbian, but honestly, other than the connecting body parts, is there really such a difference? Love is love and sex is sex no matter if it’s between a man and a woman or it’s between the same gender. Why can’t she talk to me about it?
I didn’t want to argue with her. In all our years of friendship, we never seriously fought about anything. Sure, we have had little disagreements about mundane things such as where we want to go and eat, but otherwise, we don’t quarrel. That’s why we’re such great friends.
I hung up the phone and instead of calling Missy to brag about my date with Caleb and my three dates scheduled for next weekend, I chose to take a bath and read a romance novel. If I called Missy tonight, I’d want to know why she’s been acting more distant from me lately and why she never shares about her love life with me and why she and Lori are keeping a secret from me.
I’m her best friend and best friends should not keep secrets from each other. Still, I couldn’t bear the thought of finding out something that might change our friendship forever. I decided to wait until she called me and let the memories of today lull me to sleep.
CHAPTER 13
APRIL 13, 2012
DETROIT, MICHIGAN
WEIGHT: 178
STATUS: SINGLE
Missy and I barely got the chance to talk before my Friday night date. In the five minutes we had spoken, I simply let her know I’d had a great time with Caleb and that I had dates this weekend with both of my matches from speed dating. She pretended to sound happy for me, but I knew her too well to believe her.
Caleb had called me every night since last Sunday. We didn’t talk for long, but he’d call just to ask how my day was going and to let me know he was thinking about me. Very romantic.
Max, on the other hand, hadn’t called me since we made our plans. I wasn’t even sure if he’d show. But, right on time, Max pulled up in a black corvette, his hair perfectly coiffed and his teeth so white he belonged in a toothpaste commercial.
To tell you the truth, I’m prejudiced against the perfectly beautiful ones. You know the type. I’d wager Max’s high school class elected him Homecoming King, Most Popular and Most Likely to Succeed, along with his perfect girlfriend. Then after high school, he probably broke up with her in order to play the field. In medical school, I imagined he chose another perfect woman as his girlfriend, one also in medical school, who would not expect anything from him other than sex and accompaniment to society functions. When they’d broken up due to their careers, he’d thrown himself into his job until one day he looked around and discovered it was no longer posh to have the perfect beautiful model on his arm. Now, he’s probably looking for a wife, someone to bear him children and make a home for him. Someone to impress his boss with her intelligence, wit, and social graces.
He probably believed a chubby girl would be lucky to get a guy like him, that she’d do anything to be his wife, including allowing the occasional mistress. If he assumed I would allow him to sleep around, while I stay home with our two kids and plan our dinner with the Chief of Surgery, he’d find himself thrown out on his ass.
When I opened the door to step outside, I felt foolish for letting my imagination get the best of me. I owed him the benefit of the doubt and tried not to assume the worst before getting to know him. I wouldn’t expect him to do any less for me.
“It’s a little chilly tonight. You should probably bring a scarf. You don’t want to catch a cold,” he greeted.
Now, I really regretted making assumptions. It’s my own insecurity rearing its ugly head. Not my best quality and one I didn’t want Max to ever see.
I listened to Max’s suggestion and grabbed my scarf before heading out.
“Where are we going to dinner?”