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“Sorry,” I said, collecting my thoughts and rushing past him. I’d been too preoccupied with what I had just heard.
Maybe a dick appointment was exactly what I needed.
2
Vivian
As the day went on,I couldn’t get Gina and Mara’s conversation out of my head. I had never heard of a dick appointment until today, and the more I thought of it, the more it appealed to me.
Me:Have you ever heard of a dick appointment?
My sister, who was never far from her phone, didn’t take long to respond.
Kat:Yes. Dick appointments are the best.
Kat:Why? Do you need one? LMAO.
Me:I think I do.
Kat:Oh my God, I was joking. That doesn’t sound like you.
Me:Maybe you don’t know everything about me.
My sister was, in many ways, my opposite. Our whole lives, our parents had ingrained in us that we needed to work hard. There was never a talk ofifwe would go to college. It was alwayswhen. So, after I’d graduated high school, I’d gotten my undergraduate before starting law school.
But Kat didn’t care what Dad and Mom expected of us. She was five years younger than me, and when she had finished high school, she’d moved from Minnesota to Los Angeles to pursue her dream of becoming an actress. She hadn’t made it far in the industry, but she’d found her calling when it came to hairstyling. She worked at an exclusive salon, where she made great money.
Was it what our parents wanted for her? No. Did she care? Also no. I used to wish I had been strong like her when I was younger and told my parents to leave me alone. But while my sister had lucked into her career and success, I had needed to work hard to find mine. I probably wouldn’t be where I was if it wasn’t for their insistence on studying.
But despite the fact that I was the hardworking,follow the rulesolder sibling and Kat was the free-spirited,did whatever she wantedyounger sister, we were close. Even being halfway across the country didn’t get in the way of our relationship.
Kat:I don’t know about that. I know you pretty damn well.
Me:True. But the me you know the best is the one who had a steady boyfriend.
Kat:Are you missing Gordan? You didn’t seem that sad when you two broke up. Is it just hitting you now?
I laughed out loud.
Me:No, I’m not sad. I don’t miss him. I’ve barely noticed he’s gone.
Except for one thing.
Kat:Ouch. That’s kind of mean. You dated him for a long time. And if you don’t miss him, why the D appointment message?
Me:Because I miss sex. I didn’t think I liked it that much, but I don’t know the last time I went three months without getting any.
Kat:You and Gordan had sex?
I scoffed at her joke.
Me:Gordan and I are both only thirty. Of course we had sex.
Kat:Sorry. It’s just that you seemed more like an old married couple than hot and heavy lovers.
Me:Just because we weren’t affectionate in front of everyone didn’t mean we didn’t do things behind closed doors.
I’d always hated PDAs—public displays of affection. It always felt like people were trying too hard to prove something. Like, we got it. He was your boyfriend, or she was your girlfriend. We didn’t need to see it. Hand-holding was about all I could take. And that was in regard to other people. I didn’t need anyone to hold my hand.
