“Not really…I mean, I’ve been out of town and this was our first day seeing each other and…he acted like a jerk.” She turned the glass up emptying it and flagged the server for a refill.
He thought to himself, whoever this guy is, he must be an idiot. “I take it you had a fight?”
“More like a misunderstanding. He thought he could tell me what to do and I thought it best not to be around him right now.”
He nodded and thought this was the perfect opportunity to slide in and take the other guy’s place. Instead, he took the high road to friendship. He took a sip of his mineral water and watched as she finished the last piece of flat bread. He motioned to the server to bring some more.
“How long have you and the boyfriend been together?”
“Over five years.” His heart sank further. “If he doesn’t change his attitude…the last time he got some will be the last time.” He choked on his soup and remembered she said she was blunt. “I’m sorry.”
He shook his head smiling. “I understand.” Her phone rang and she pressed the button ignoring the call. “Is that him?”
“Yes, he’s been calling me since I walked out on him.”
“Don’t you think you should answer it?”
“No, because right now I don’t want to talk to him. He’s on punishment and he needs to understand that.” The server placed the champagne glass in front of her. “Thank you.”
Sean thought it would be best if she spoke to him. Maybe in her haste she’d break up with him leaving the door open for him to move in. Scratch that. He didn’t want to be the rebound guy. The one who gets all the anger. Instead, he wanted to be the healer. The one who stepped in and got all the love that’s been stored up just waiting to be shared.
“So what about you, do you have a girlfriend?”
“No.”
She looked shocked. “You’re kidding!”
“No, I’m not.”
“How is that possible? You’re a good-looking, successful, smart guy.”
“Thank you.”
“What’s wrong with you?” She smiled. “Do you have stalker tendencies? Are you into some weird ritualistic stuff? Or is there some baby mama drama I’m not aware of? I know you’re not gay, so what’s wrong with you? Why hasn’t some nice girl snatched you up?”
He tried processing everything she had just said before answering her. “Thank you for the compliment…I think.”
“I’m sorry. No more champagne for me. I mean I can’t see anything physically wrong with you, so it has to be something else. Was the sex not good?”
He smiled, “I was engaged, but she called it off. She said I was stuffy and wanted someone not afraid to walk on the wild side occasionally.”
“So it was the sex. You know there—”
“It wasn’t about—”
“Then what?” The server placed the bread basket in the center of the table and she started eating. “Thank you. Sean Prescott, why did your fiancée dump you?”
“I wasn’t dumped.”
She looked at him smiling. “Really? There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Who hasn’t been dumped?” She took another sip from her glass. “So?”
“There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m celibate and focused on my relationship with God which is why I think the fiancée dumped me. She didn’t like being second in my life.”
“So you’re a church boy.” She continued eating.
“A church boy?”
“Yeah. I know some church boys. I dated one and man could he kiss. Are you a good kisser, Sean?” She smiled.