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Relief washed over me as I navigated to the website on my laptop. The amazing woman I had met wasn’t going to just slip through my fingers. Thanks to the magic of the Internet, I could track her down.
But when I got to the faculty page for the Paleontology Department, I didn’t see her listed. When I did a Google search for Taylor Fox Utah, there were no relevant results.
Had she spent the night lying to me? Making up a fake persona and background? I couldn’t understand why she would do that. She didn’t gain anything by lying.
Except that I paid for her tab at the end of the night. She had made a show of trying to get the waitress’s attention to pay it a few times. Was that all a show?
I started to see the entire night in a totally different light. She was sitting all alone at her table, then immediately told me a sob story about being ditched by her coworkers. Baiting me to comfort her. Then, after racking up a hefty bar tab, she ditched me at the end of the night.
“Wait!” I said to Luna. “She was the one who offered me her phone number. I never even asked for it.”
The answer came immediately to me: maybe she was heading me off. Giving me a fake number that I couldn’t immediately check because it was written down, not entered into my phone.
I groaned. This girl had ditched me. I rested back into the couch cushions and stared off in shock.
I wasn’t used to this feeling. Girls didn’t give me fake numbers. Especially after the amazing night we spent together at trivia. I really thought we had hit it off.
But she did feel out of my league. I remember thinking that afterward. And she didn’t know I was a football player. She thought I was just a guy who worked in the receiving department at some big company. Maybe I should have told her the truth.
Not that it would have mattered.
Luna must have sensed my mood, because she jumped onto the couch and laid across my lap. Even though she weighed eighty pounds, she thought she was a lap dog. She began licking my face.
“It’s not your tongue I want all over my body,” I said with a laugh. “But I appreciate the gesture, girl.”
I slept like shit that night, and the next night. As the week stretched on, I began feeling more and more sorry for myself. I went to the next basketball game with Double-D and Kincaid, but even the excitement from that failed to cheer me up.
On the following Tuesday, I returned to the bar for trivia night. I kind of felt like I was looking for Cinderella after midnight, but it was also like being on a stake-out for a criminal. I sat in the corner of the bar by the door and watched customers come and go, waiting for a tall bombshell with silky red hair.
But there was no Taylor. If that was even her real name. She probably thought of it on the spot because Taylor Swift was playing on the bar radio or something.
The girl who had seemed too good to be true was just that.
So much for finding what Dallas and Kim have.
