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“Women don’t wear thongs always for men,” I said. “Sometimes we wear them for ourselves.”
“So, you are wearing a thong, then?”
“No, but—”
“So then you’re back to your granny panties.” He laughed. “Let me guess. Minnie Mouse? Or Mickey?”
“Very funny, Wyatt,” I said, and then, because he was driving me crazy, I turned around and lifted the side of my dress up to give him a quick peek before pulling it down again.
The room went silent, and then he let out a low whistle. “Holy shit, Batman,” he said in a husky voice. I turned back and looked at him. His eyes were wide. “You don’t have on any underwear?”
All of a sudden, I wasn’t sure what to say. “Well, if you can flash me, I can flash you,” I said matter-of-factly, trying to pretend that there wasn’t a weird tension in the room.
“You have no panties on under a very short dress.” He stood up and walked over to me. “A dress that could easily fly up at any time.” He stared at me. “What are you thinking, Sadie?”
“What do you mean what was I thinking? I just grabbed the closest item of clothing I could find when I was rushing over here. I thought you had something important to tell me.”
“Why do I not believe that? The Sadie I know would not go out without underwear.”
“Well, Wyatt, maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”
“I think I do. The Sadie I know is still a virgin.” He paused. “Are you still a virgin, Sadie?” His words were a whisper on his lips. “You are still a virgin, right, Sadie?”
“I don’t know why you care if I am or not.”
“I’m just curious,” he said, but there was a slightly annoyed tone to his voice.
“Well, duh, of course, I’m still a virgin. Do you think I lost it in the three weeks I was in Idaho?”
“Who knows? You’re acting kind of crazy lately.”
“So if I wasn’t a virgin, it would be because I was crazy?”
“No, but you’ve waited your whole life for someone special, and you’re not going to meet someone special in fricking Idaho in three weeks.” He shrugged. “And you already told me that the dates you went on were crappy. So if you weren’t a virgin anymore, it would mean that you had just given it up to some random dude.”
“Well, maybe I just want to give it up.”
“Don’t give it up to some random dude.” His expression was grave. “Don’t be stupid.”
“I’m not stupid. And it’s up to me to decide when—”
“You will give it to a man you love,” he said. “That’s important to you.”
“Yeah. So maybe I’m never going to meet a man I love.”
“You will,” he said. “Of course, you will.” He grabbed my hands. “You know that, right, Sadie? Because you’re wonderful. You’re … Just don’t be stupid.”
“So why didn’t you wait to give it to someone you love if you think I’d be stupid for giving it up to someone I didn’t love?”
“Because I’m a guy,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Wow, way to be a feminist.”
“Dude, I’m a guy. What can I say? I didn’t grow up thinking I wanted to wait to have sex with the woman I was going to marry. Shit, I don’t even know if I’m going to get married. What, am I going to be a virgin all my life? What am I going to be like the 40-year-old virgin?” He shook his head. “That wasn’t a good look on Steve Carell, and it sure wouldn’t be a good look on me.”
“Wow, Wyatt. Way to be mature.”
“What? Sex is fun,” he laughed. “I’m not going to lie. It’s great. And when you have sex, you’ll see what I mean. But you’ve waited this long, don’t give it up to some shit head.”
