When our entrées arrived, it helped to improve our moods. I interrupted our silent enjoyment of the food and Danessa’s shoulder shimmy after each bite with a question. “When was the last time you were on a date?”
“That is such a first date question.”
“Well, this is a first date.”
“I don’t know maybe seven months ago.”
“How’d that go?”
“I’m here on a date with you so not that great.”
“Why?”
“We were just different. He was a nice guy but something was missing. What about you?”
“I went on a date right before I left Kansas City.”
“And?”
“It went well. I think because we both knew what it was.”
“What was it?” Danessa leaned in.
“So about school.”
“No you don’t get to throw out a tiny crumb. I want the whole loaf.”
“Before I speak, we need to activate the veil of non-judgment over this conversation.”
“Agreed.”
“Okay, she was a fuck buddy. And I was about to move and knew it would probably be a minute before I got laid again.”
“And she was okay with that?”
“You’d be surprised how many women are, when you’re upfront and honest about it.”
“I guess that’s the life of a basketball player. Anyone you want. Chicks posted up on standby in different area codes.”
“I don’t have women scattered across the country.”
“So no other woman could step forward today and claim you?”
“No, because I’m single.”
“I’m single too but my definition of single and an athlete’s definition of the word single is often different.”
“So, you’re telling me there isn’t some sorry sack of shit you’ve been keeping on the line for an ego boost and free meals.”
“Yeah. I’m sitting across from him.”
I tossed my linen napkin in her direction. “Wow, F you.”
“I’m kidding.”
“I kind of walked right into that one.”
“You made it hella easy.”
