I laugh. "You seem to be more excited than me."
"You aren't?"
"I am. I'm just still feeling a little guarded."
"I know you are, but I am really proud of you for not just giving up."
"Thanks. Titus has already made me feel a little better about not giving up. He is very sweet."
"Agreed. What are your plans today?"
"My normal Saturday morning stuff."
"Not going to get primped and polished?"
"What would I do for that?"
"Well, I don't know. Maybe get a mani-pedi or a wax. He may like that meow-meow smooth."
I put my hands over my face. She did not just say that. But I can't lie to myself. I have thought about what he looks like naked… and over me.
"You're picturing him, nakey, aren't you?"
"Oh, my God, get out." I start walking towards her with my hands out, and I push out of my room.
"Don't knock it till you try it!" She yells as she walks down the hall.
I've never gotten a wax before. I imagine it's extremely painful. I don't plan on having sex with this man any time soon, though. So, I shouldn't have to worry about that yet.
You say that now. We will see what happens after putt-putt.
Fine. I'll go…
One hour later, and I don't feel like I'm walking properly as I go into the house. That was awful. Why do women do this? Bathing suit purposes, I guess.
I spend the rest of the day doing everything on my mental checklist. When I look at the clock and watch as it clicks over. Six o’clock and there's a knock on the door. Right on time.