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“Martinis, then?”
Harry was a pediatrician. He had a massive rescue dog named Teacup, a nonprofit that worked to provide health care for low-income families, and a timeshare in Malibu overlooking the ocean. Harry talked with his mother every day, loved to travel and had the money to do so, spoke French and Mandarin and was learning Spanish. Harry was great.
And Jamie was fucking great on the drums.
Even though the rest of the band wasn’t there, he’d grabbed himself a beer and bottle of whiskey and sat down at the drums still set up in the corner of the pub, and banged away as I chatted with Harry. The bar was nearly empty so no one seemed to mind the Irishman’s incessant banging on the drums. No one except me, that is.
But as I nodded along, straining to pay attention to Harry’s epic stories and not to Jamie’s drumming, I couldn’t help but thinking that Harry was broccoli.
He was good for me and healthy and could probably help me (like literally, I probably needed a multivitamin or three given my ramen diet).
And as the pounding of the drums made ripples in Harry’s untouched vodka in his martini glass, I also couldn’t help but think about Jamie and his kisses.
I watched Harry, studying his lips as they moved on and on. And on. This date needed to either get started or end soon. The big question still loomed over me: would Harry be an appropriate participant in the sex study? Would he turn me on? Lord knows, I’d need that arousal if I was to have penises hither and yon. Grabbing my martini glass (second of the night), I tipped it back and finished it off, coughing at the burn as it slipped down my throat.
“... and all I can say is that it was such an honor to work with those orph—”
“Kiss me.”
When I spoke, I’d caught Harry with his mouth open and he kept it open as he tilted his head to the side in confusion.
“Kiss you?” he finally asked.
“Yeah,” I said, nodding, more to convince myself than him. “Yeah, I want you to kiss me.”
Harry chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “Um, okay then.”
He shifted his chair so he could get closer to me, then placed his hand along the side of my face. “Okay then,” he said again as he leaned in for the kiss.
His lips were against mine and then they weren’t and he was moving back to his side of the table, immediately launching into yet another story about how he helped the downtrodden. My mind drowned him out as I touched my lips.
There was no spark of electricity, no buzzing current just beneath the surface, no tingle whatsoever. Harry wasn’t for me.
When our time was over, I thanked Harry and said goodbye. Then I headed to the restroom, checked my makeup, and sent Ellis a quick text.
TESSA:Harry will not, in fact, be making the lineup.
ELLIS:Why not? Tiny feet and hands?
TESSA:Snort. Nah, I don’t care about size, but there were no sparks. And he has no imagination.
ELLIS:So not the kind to get you off by sexting?
TESSA:lol. Pretty sure ‘suck me baby, I wanna come in your mouth’ would be something Harry would never type.
Ellis took a moment to respond.
ELLIS:If a man wouldn’t be able to text you something along the lines of, ‘I want to bury my face between your thighs and lick your pussy until your clit becomes engorged, then I want to suck your clit until you come so hard you see the heavens,’ then a man isn’t worthy of you.
A rush of wetness hit my core and I squeezed my legs together.
TESSA:Gotta go. Date #2 about to arrive. Don’t ask about my neighbor.
ELLIS:Wait—you mean Jamie? Something you’re not telling me??!?!?!?!?!?
TESSA:ttyl
I poked my head out and peeked back into the bar. Harry was long gone.
