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I ran my hand through my hair, “I don’t know what I’m going to do. Seriously. I’m in love with this girl, and even though I know I don’t deserve it, part of me thought she’d give me a second chance or at least a window to one.”
“That’s your first mistake,” Jake answered. “I’d say it’s your attitude that’s the issue. You’ve got to reprogram your entitled way of thinking.”
“I’m not entitled,” I snapped.
“Oh, please. Sure you are,” he answered. “All of us trust fund babies are entitled. And since you’ve been mommy’s little angel who can do no wrong all your life, you’re doubly screwed. Most momma’s boys move on to someone new and don’t try to fix things or own up to their failed relationships. However, you’re willing to fix this, correct?”
“Yes, of course. Why the fuck would I want to move on to another woman?”
“Because it’s easy?”
“True, but I’d never be happy.”
“Then take everything that’s telling you your actions haven’t brutally hurt this woman and throw it out the window. Once you realize the damage you’ve caused her, you’ll find a way to be patient with her and do anything she needs to prove you’re trustworthy again. Renting this shithole apartment isn’t going to be what gets her back.”
“That’s not why I rented this place,” I answered.
“That’s horseshit, and you know it. Of course you rented it to get her back. You’re trying to make it look like you’ve humbled yourself since you returned from Martha’s Vineyard and shit. That you’ve cut off the family and don’t need them anymore—all you need is her, right?”
I couldn’t help laughing because he was right. I’d just done it subconsciously.
“I’m telling you, it won’t work,” he shrugged. “Listen, if you want me to continue with vampire and werewolf comparisons, I can, but I think you understand what I’m telling you.”
“I think I’m all caught up on Twilight, thanks,” I laughed.
I stood and leaned on the iron railing overlooking the parking lot below. “Well, I guess if I was trying to look modest and humble, looking at the silhouette of my Ferrari under the car cover isn’t cutting it, is it?”
“Far be it for me to deprive a man of his sports car,” Jake said, finishing his beer.
“I don’t know where to start with her,” I said. “She has zero respect for me after I bounced out of her life like I did.”
“Because she’s a self-respecting woman,” Jake said. “Listen, I chatted with her a couple of times while you were living with Mommy and Daddy. She was fucken pissed, but you do have a chance.”
“How so?” I questioned.
“She was heartbroken, but—” he stopped and opened another beer.
“But?” I pressed.
“She never moved on with another guy as far as I know.”
He stood as soon as the light of hopefulness returned to my eyes.
“No one? She didn’t even date?”
“Nope,” he said. “Women don’t need men to feed their egos, which could be a double-edged sword for you. On the one hand, you might have a chance to weasel your ass back in, but on the other hand, Mickie is independent, and all you did was remind her that she doesn’t need a man to fill some lonely void.”
“Fuck,” I said.
“Right. The independent ones are the best to have around and the hardest to nail down. You gotta find a way to make her want you.”
“But she wanted me in the beginning.”
“And you fucked it up!” he said, making his point. “I don’t know, man. Considering her independence, I guess it’s best not to be surprised if you don’t get anywhere with her.”
“Well, isn’t this all just wasted conversation?” I said, annoyed and frustrated.
“Not really,” Jake smiled. “You’re a humble man now, remember?” he waved his hand around my small balcony. “And humble men don’t act like little bitches because they don’t get what they want. They understand what they want and appreciate it even if it doesn’t come back to them.”
