Setting: My apartment
We all know I have terrible luck in the man department. It has come up. Over. And over. I pick them uninterested. It’s a talent of mine. But, failed luck has made me more courageous. What is there to lose when you know you are bound to fail? Low expectations=high risks when it comes to my love life. I have thrown caution to the wind too many times to count. Why not stumble and fall? By the 5…00th time you stop feeling the bruises. Trust me. I know. And so I threw out my logic and went snarky on him.
I was only teasing back about a solo night drinking. Well, teasing and totally plotting out the best way to make him come over (an event I knew from history would never happen). Hell, I was still driving back from the mall as I wrote the text in my head. The bottle wasn’t even open when I sent the first text to join me for a drink. And I was way too busy spot cleaning my apartment and shoving the dirty dishes under the sink to open the bottle before the final text that announced his approach. The cork didn’t actually come out until I had Katie on the phone with one of the most unexpected calls and panic in my voice. I had half the glass gone by the time I opened the door and hung up on Katie. There he was… shit.
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