I walked up to the door of Marie’s, a bakery and bagel shop that I was meeting Lisa at for our weekly Sunday morning coffee and gossip session. When I walked in, she was in the back booth waving her hand at me with a full mouth of food. I swore she was the skinniest person, but she ate like a freaking three-hundred-pound man. I walked over and plopped down in the booth, letting out a deep sigh.
“Hey there,” Lisa said looking at me curiously. “How’s it going?”
“Freaking awesome,” I said shaking my head.
“Well, I know it’s not from my friend because he called me after your date to let me know how much of a bitch you were,” she said laughing.
“Yeah, no, he was a complete moron,” I said scrunching my nose. “What were you even thinking?”
“You needed to get laid,” she admitted.
“Gross,” I replied.
“Okay, so if it wasn’t him then who?”
“Why does it have to be a who? I am capable of being happy without a man,” I said unconvincingly.
“Seriously?”
“Fine,” I said leaning forward excitedly. “After I left the restaurant I went across the street to Exposé and sat at their bar.”
“They have a bar?”
“Yeah,” I said. “So, I’m sitting there drowning my sorrows in whiskey and mainstream media, and in walks this gorgeous guy in a suit I swear probably cost more than my college education.”
“Probably worth more too,” she said sarcastically.
“Anyway,” I said rolling my eyes. “He sat down and started talking to me, and I assumed it would be more bullshit, but it was so far from that I couldn’t even explain it. He was intelligent, open-minded, and pretty much my male clone.”
“Oh, lord,” she replied.
“So, we drank and talked and then I went back to his place,” I said. “In The Avalon.”
“What? He lives in The Avalon? What the hell does he do?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I haven’t asked yet. But then the next morning he cooked me breakfast in bed and then took me out into the city for the entire day, talking and walking.”
“Like talking about life or what?”
“Everything,” I said excitedly. “Politics, worldviews, people, food, the city, family, everything.”
“I don’t get it,” she said looking at me strangely.
“You don’t get what?”
“You meet a guy at a bar, you sleep with him, then you spend the whole next day with him,” she said as if it were a question and a statement at the same time.
“Yeah, and?”
“And, are you kidding me? And you don’t even know what he does for a living,” she said. “He lives in the most luxurious and expensive place in the city, goes to Exposé on the weekends, and you didn’t think to ask what he did? He could totally be in the mob or like someone who extorts money from people.”
“No,” I said shaking my head. “I’m sure he owns a company or something.”
“So, when are you going back out with this guy?”
“I don’t know,” I sighed. “Whenever he calls and asks me out, I guess.”
“Mmmm,” she said looking down at her watch and packing up the food. “We have a ten o’clock appointment at the nail salon. We gotta go.”