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“You haven’t mentioned him in awhile. So, how was yesterday?”
“Weird. He says he wants to getserious. And also needs a date to his brother’s wedding.”
“Wow! That's a lot.”
“For a few weeks now, he’s been alittle more lovey-dovey over text, not all business, like what I’mused to. Then he came over last night, brought that awful IPA helikes—again—and got all jealous and possessive, asking if I’d sleptwith the neighbor.”
“So, did you sleep with theneighbor?”
“No, I didn’t sleep with theneighbor! Why does everyone ask me that?”
“Personally, I like to livevicariously through your sexual exploits,” Liz deadpans, and I haveto laugh.
“Anyway, Chris—that’s the newneighbor, the guy who bought your old apartment—passed by my doorand said ‘hi’ when Dave came over yesterday, and Dave went allcaveman on me. When I blew my lid, he started talking about howhe’d been thinking, how he’d like to get serious, and how I was thelongest relationship in his life.”
“Maybe he’s serious.”
“I don’t know, Liz.” I focus onpeeling the label off my beer bottle. “It was all too much yet notenough, you know? There might’ve been a time when I would’vewelcomed something real from him, but that was years ago. Now, I’mjust annoyed. He’s changing the rules late in the game, and I don’tlike it.”
“Some people take longer thanothers to realize what they want. Maybe he’s just reallydense.”
“Oh, he is definitely dense,” Isay, and we both laugh. “But I don’t think that’s it. Look, I’vebeen sleeping with him, on and off, for three years. Yet you don’tknow him, neither does Joe, nor does anyone else who’s important tome. He’d never shown any interest in me other than for casual sex,and his sudden change of heart makes me want to run awayscreaming.”
“Is he the kind of guy who takes along time to warm up?”
“I really don’t think so. Did youknow that he stopped our fuck-buddy arrangement several times, whenhe found someone he actually wanted to date?”
Liz’s eyes go wide.
“It sucked a little the firsttime, because I still thought something might come of the wholething. Not so much afterward, when I no longer cared.”
Liz nods, encouraging me tocontinue.
“I saw him with two of those womenhe dated. None of them for very long, a few months each. But theywere both blonde and dainty, like my college roommate Amy.”
Liz stills, her brows and mouthflattening into straight lines.
“Dudes all want to date thesetiny, fragrant clouds of femininity. But I guess they don’t mindfucking someone like me on the side.”
My friend leaps from her chair andenvelops me in a tight hug. I hate feeling sorry for myself, but atthis moment, in her arms, wallowing in self-pity is exactly what Ineed.
“How can you say shit like thatabout yourself?” she says, loosening her grip on me.
“You know it’s true. I’m tallerthan most men, and even the very tall ones still go after petitewomen.”
“I’m not petite,” says Liz. She’snot. She’s tall, but not basketball tall, maybe 5’9” or 5’10” andlooks like a Renaissance painting of a woman—light brown hair, abeautiful face with glowing skin, a big juicy ass, and soft, roundboobs and belly. She is curvy all over and oozes sensuality.
“Yeah, well, too bad they brokethe mold after they made Joe,” I say, to which she rolls her eyesand sits back in her chair.
“Would you actually give a guylike Joe the time of day?” she asks. There is a little bite to herwords. Liz and Joe have set me up with a few of their friends inthe past, with little to show for it, so they stopped trying.
“I sure hope so,” I respond, andLiz smiles. Joe is not what people would call classically handsome.At almost forty, he’s older than Liz, who, like me, is in her earlythirties. He’s big and tall, with a bald head and a nice beard.He’s got a bulbous nose and intelligent brown eyes that are a bittoo close together. He’s also brilliant and hilarious and kind andwarm, and he keeps Liz deliriously happy in the sack. He’s been agreat friend to me, and a supporter of Liz’s and my friendship. Soyes, I would be lucky to have someone like him by my side.
“Anyway, finish the story aboutDave,” Liz says, as she wiggles her ass in the chair, trying to getcomfortable again.
“Not much left to say. We had sex,and it felt strange. He grabbed me like he wanted to get closer,but at the same time paid little attention to what I wanted orneeded. It felt like I could’ve been anyone.”
Liz listens to me intently.
