Obviously, he didn’t know that dinner actually meant alcohol and dancing, but those were just minor details, right?
Once the plan was in place, I opened up the group text again and sent Harper and Ivy a quick text.
Me: Fine. You’ve convinced me. Iron Horse tonight? Meet there around 8?
Harper: HELL YES!
Ivy: I’m so in!
Me: Just FYI: I might be bringing someone.
Harper: Someone? Details, please.
Me: Honestly, it’s all pretty new and fresh. No major details yet.
Ivy: What is his name?
Me: Nick.
Harper: Job?
Me: He’s a doctor.
Ivy: And exactly how long has this been going on, missy? I’m a bit peeved you didn’t mention anything until today.
Me: Calm your tits. I met him through work a little over a week ago.
Harper: Have you done the sex?
Me: No.
Ivy: Have you at least seen his penis?
Me: No.
Harper: Do you want to see his penis?
My friends were perverts.
I mean, obviously, the answer was a big fat hell yes, but I sure as fuck wasn’t going to get into that with these two. I had work to finish up before the day was through, and I didn’t have time to play “guess what Nick’s penis looks like” for the next hour.
Me: Yeah, I’m done with this insane Q&A. You’ll meet him tonight.
Maybe. Probably. No, fuck that. I wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Ivy: Boo! You’re no fun.
Me: All right, I have to head into a meeting. I’ll see you crazy biotches tonight.
There was no meeting. Only me trying to keep my sanity and not regret the plan of bringing Nick along for a night out with my girlfriends.
Harper: You’re such a liar. But I’ll let this one slide since I get to see you tonight. :)
Ivy: Woo-hoo! Charlotte is back in NYC, and the equilibrium of the world has finally been restored! See you tonight!
Smiling at the last message, I locked my phone screen and set it down on my desk.
Now, I just had to make a few calls, respond to, like, fifty emails, schedule six prospect meetings for next week, and top priority out of everything, figure out what in the hell I was going to wear tonight.