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“He got your name wrong?” Wyatt started laughing. “No way.”
“No. Remember he was meeting me at four. Elizabeth was some other girl he was going to meet at seven.” I was still flabbergasted at what had happened. “So I said to him, ‘Paul, this is Sadie, and I thought we were meeting at four.’ He swore under his breath and then he hung up.” I frowned. “Can you believe that shit?” I looked over, and I could see that Wyatt was laughing silently. “It’s not funny, Wyatt. It’s really not.”
“Who goes out with a guy named Paul in Idaho to mini-golf? Lame. You dodged a bullet there.”
“I didn’t dodge a bullet. He was a really good-looking guy, and I thought he was really interested in me. I didn’t think he was going to be a player.”
“He was really good-looking and you met him online, but you didn’t think he was going to be a player?”
“Yeah. He said he was a really down-to-earth guy, and he was a teacher, man.”
“He was a teacher. You dated a teacher.”
“I wouldn’t say I dated. I went on one date and accepted a second date.”
“So you accepted a second date with a teacher?”
“Yeah. What’s wrong with teachers?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Aren’t teachers normally women?”
“You’re so sexist, Wyatt Hamilton. No, teachers can be men and women. And there’s something really sexy about a—”
“Sexy?” he interrupted me. “No way. Now you’re saying this guy was sexy. Really, Sadie?”
“Really, Wyatt.”
“What do you know about sexy? Last thing I knew, you were still a virgin.”
“So? Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I can’t say someone is sexy.”
“Yeah, well—”
“What, you were going to give up your V card to this loser?”
“He wasn’t a loser.” I paused. “Well, maybe he was a loser, but not because he was a teacher, and not because he was from Idaho, and certainly not because his name was Paul.”
“So there was Loser Paul. Who else did you go on a date with?”
“If you’re going to make fun of me, Wyatt, then I’m not going to tell you.”
“Of course, you’re going to tell me. I’m your best friend.”
“Yeah, you’re my best friend, which is why you’re supposed to be supportive—”
“And what, I shouldn’t be honest with you? If someone’s a loser, I’m going to tell you they’re a loser.”
“Do I say that about the hoes that you date?”
“The hoes that I date?” He started laughing even harder. He glanced over at me and shook his head. “Really, what hoes have I dated? I don’t remember paying any of them for sex.”
“You’re nasty, Wyatt.” I rolled my eyes and looked out of the window. “I’m not talking about this with you anymore.”
“And that’s fine by me. I can put on the radio.” He leaned forward and turned the dial on the radio, and Howard Stern’s voice came through the speakers.
“Oh, my gosh. I don’t want to listen to Howard Stern.”
“Well, that’s what we’re listening to,” he said. “Ready to get some barbecue?”
