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“Just answer the question.”
“Answer my question.”
He laughs.
“A woman like you shouldn’t be on dating apps. You’re never going to meet a real man there.”
“Yes, I mean, I might. Everyone’s on the apps these days.”
He smirks again.
“Do you know why they don’t advertise Jaguars on television? The luxury cars, I mean.”
I feel something bubbling through me…
Okay. It’s hate.
I hated him when he first talked to me in the elevator.
And I still do. I didn’t know why I had that visceral reaction, but now I do. He’s just an expert at getting under my skin.
“Why’s that?”
“Lean a little closer and I’ll tell you.”
I don’t know why, but I obey. He whispers the answer in my ear.
“Because people who want the best don’t settle for everyone else. They’re not looking for the first swipe on an app.”
“I hate you!” I spew out. Oh god, this is word vomit. But on the other hand, it feels good to speak my mind… and… screw this guy.
“Hate is a strong word. I wouldn’t throw it around so lightly…”
Clutching my phone in my left hand, I point into his sternum with the other.
“I don’t come from money like you. You’re the epitome of everything my father taught me to despise. You give opinions when they’re not needed. You hit the genetic lottery and the financial lottery. What kind of man butts into a stranger’s business like this? You think you’re this special crusader who ‘tells it like it is.’ Now you’re harassing women who are just in a little surf town to do a yoga retreat. There’s nothing wrong with taking some time away from home, and a tropical paradise is a great place to do it. So, newsflash: you’re not some crusader helping the world. You’re just an asshole.”
His eyes widen and for a moment I think he might be on his heels. But then he responds.
“Now let me guess some things about you.”
“Uh, okay.”
“Let’s see,” he squints. “You’re in your early thirties. You came to this small retreat town in Costa Rica to ‘find yourself.’ What was it, a break up? Mmm, no, a job change?”
I fumble with my phone and drop it on the concrete. I hate the fact that he’s so damn accurate.
There’s no way he remembers me from the company, though…right?
“None of your business,” I say.
“Oh, it was both!” He nods, grinning. “That’s a big change for you. I bet you wanted to have a family with, ah, what was his name?
“Jansen.”
“And what did Jansen do?” He taps his lips with his forefinger. “Let me guess. He’s a guy with a mid-level job and no real prospects or motivation to be reaching any higher.”
“He’s…”Damn. Nailed it.
