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“—and meet somebody. Meet guys. Meet lots of guys. String them along for a while, use them if you want to. Believe me, they’ll be grateful. Keep doing that until you find one you want to spend more time with. Trust me, the guy you choose will be the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.”
How did she always know how to say the right thing? I did spend too much time alone. I looked forward to seeing her after work every day. We gossiped about her co-workers as if it were a real-life soap opera.
I glanced at the dance floor. Two of the hot guys from the nearby table had joined the girls. One ran his hands over Sirena’s voluptuous body, the other just stood there and held on tight as Bianca ground hard on him. He wore a huge grin on his face.
Amazing that they’d only met a few minutes ago, I thought. I knew I could never do something like that. I would end up falling flat on my face for one thing.
Hazel took a sip of her mojito. It spilled down her chin and she choked.
“Holy moly,” she said.
“What?” I said, tapping her on the back. “What is it?”
“Over your shoulder. No, your other shoulder.”
I looked. It didn’t take me long to identify who she was talking about.
“Now that is the kind of man you should be tripping over yourself to get to know,” Hazel said.
“Why?”
“Why? Can you even see this guy? Every girl in this place is eying him like a cat with their next favorite play toy. He makes Chris Hemsworth look like a seedy uncle.”
“I guess he does a bit,” I said, not paying much attention.
Hazel leaned in close. “You should go speak with him.”
I snorted. “Now I know you must be drunk.”
“I’m being serious. Why not?”
“Because… I’m not you. Or Sirena. Or even Victoria. At least she has spunk. I’m just me. I’m not you guys.”
“So, channel us a little and go out there and get your ass back in the game,” she said. “You don’t need to sleep with him. But if you do, I definitely want you to set up a live feed for me to watch later.”
“Hazel!”
“Just get his number. That’s your quest. Get his number. Bonus points if it’s genuine. I’m going to go dance with my fellow hussies. You get your ass up out of this chair and go talk to him right now. Get that number and I swear, you’ll feel a whole lot better afterward.”
“He’s… not my type,” I said
“He’s everybody’s type,” Hazel said. “I would go over there and talk to him myself if it wasn’t for, you know…”
She wiggled her engagement ring. It made me wish I had one. Then I wouldn’t have to listen to this.
She glanced in the direction of the dance floor. She wanted to head over to her fun friends.
Maybe she was right. Maybe I needed to step outside myself, do something I never usually dared. My last relationship was with one of Tom’s coworkers. He was even more drab and dreary than Tom.
I took a swig from my passion fruit juice and hissed through my teeth as if I’d just downed a fifth of whiskey. “I’m gonna do it.”
“That’s my girl,” Hazel said, slapping me on the back. “Go get him while I go get mine.”
She got up and moved away, leaving me alone.
Alone.
I didn’t want to be alone for the rest of my existence, did I? Watching through the window while others lived their lives? That was how I lived my work life. I shouldn’t have to put up with it in my personal life too.
