Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Did you miss the part where I was trapped in a bathroom forever and instead of him coming to find out if I was okay, he had dinner by himself?”
“Okay, I can admit that sounds bad.”
“Exactly, and it’s not odd that I’m friends with my exes, they’re nice guys, they’re just not the guys for me.”
“I’m just saying you’re the only woman I know who is not only on speaking terms with all of her ex-boyfriends but actually friends with them.”
“And again, they are all nice guys.” I shrug. “Really It’s easy being friends with them, I mean I hooked up with them, yes, but I didn’t have sex with all of them so it’s not really awkward.”
“I still don’t understand how you are still a virgin.”
“I’m not a virgin.” I laugh.
“Okay a reincarnated virgin then.”
“That’s not a thing.” I smile. “And you know why I’m not going there again.” I remind her and her face softens in sympathy.
“Not all guys are like he who shall not be named.”
“I know but there are some who are, and I’d rather not find out that what I thought was something special was just some guy telling me everything I wanted to hear so he could get in my pants.”
“Do you think you’ve actually given any of the guys you’ve dated over the last few years the chance to prove that?”
“Yes, I mean I don’t think it’s too much to ask a guy to actually show up, to be present and to make me a priority. I don’t need to be the most important thing in his life, but I do need to be in the top three.” Okay, that last part might be a lie. I do want to be the most important thing to the guy I fall in love with, then again, I think that desire comes from seeing my parents’ relationship along with all the other couples I know. A girl can wish right?
“You’re right you deserve that.” She gives me a soft smile.
“And so do you,” I remind her, then hop down off the counter when my cell starts to ring. When I see that it’s Carly, a friend of mine from work, calling, I slide my finger across the screen and put my phone to my ear.
“Hey.”
“Hey, what are you doing tonight?” she asks, and I look at Leah.
“Leah and I are getting ready to eat dinner, and veg out on the couch with a show.”
“Oh.” She sounds a little disappointed.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just this guy I met online asked me to meet him at a bar and I want to go but don’t want to go alone because he’s going to have friends there.”
“Hold on a sec.” I pull my phone away from my ear after she says okay then put it on mute and wave my hand out to get Leah’s attention.
“Do you feel up to going to a bar tonight? Carly is supposed to meet some guy, but she doesn’t want to go alone.”
“Sure,” she shrugs, and I shake my head because I know she doesn’t really want to go but is agreeing because I’m asking.
“We don’t have to, we can stay here and hang out like we planned.”
“I honestly don’t mind going out for a while, but I can’t stay out late since I have to work early.”
“Okay.” I click the phone off mute and put it back to my ear. “All right me and Leah will meet you there.”
“Seriously?” Carly asks, sounding relieved.
“Seriously, just text me the name of the bar.” I take the plate of pasta Leah hands me. “What time are you heading there?”
“I think he said he wanted to meet at nine. There’s some band in town playing that is supposed to be good.”
“Awesome, we’ll see you there.”
“See you there.” She hangs up and I drop my phone to the counter then follow Leah who has her own plate to the living room.
“So what time are we meeting her?” She flips on the television.
“Nine and we’ll just Uber, that way we don’t have to fight to get parking downtown.”
“Sounds good.” She grins. “Now should we watch some Viking hotties attempt to take over England?”
“Is that a trick question?” I curl into what has been my section of the couch since we purchased it and dig into my food. After the first bite I look at my best friend. “I still don’t know how you’re not married yet.”
She laughs. “Because I eat like this and look like this.” She pats her thigh.
“Stop it. You know you’re gorgeous.” And she is–between her long, blonde hair, big blue eyes, freckles that give her an unusual flare, and curves in all the right places, she’s the whole package. But sadly, my beautiful friend has a mother and a father who have made her hate her body which is just as perfect as she is, and no matter how much I try to convince her differently she can’t or won’t accept it. Like this pasta dish we’re eating tonight, I’m sure tomorrow she will be up early to get to the gym to work it off.