“Kevin hasn’t called me in two days. He said he would call me after our date, but he hasn’t. I thought we both had a good time but obviously not.” Placing her hands over her eyes, she let out a whimper that hit the ceiling. I sighed and sat up.
“Let me ask a question. Did you sleep with him on the first date?”
Everyone knew how Kevin was. If you put out on the first date, then he would move on to the next one. If you didn’t, he would keep asking you out until you gave it up. Plain and simple.
“Well, yeah. What does that matter?” she asked, not realizing the monumental mistake she made. I shrugged and lay back down with my book.
“You left nothing for him to call for. He got exactly what he wanted without having to go on a second date,” I told her.
She looked at me like I was the evilest bitch she had ever met, but it was true. Hell, she barely knew the guy. Sleeping together on the first date usually meant there wouldn’t be a second unless he was really just a relationship kind of guy. Kevin was not. I had a couple of classes with him, and he was a ladies’ man. He took them home and then never called. I knew I should have told her that before they went out. But she had been so anxious and excited that she’d rushed out.
“Whatever, I’m going out. I need a stiff drink. You coming?” She paced toward the door, then turned around, waiting for me to get up.
“Nah, I’m going to stay in tonight, read a little bit more, and then get some sleep,” I replied as I put my face back in my book, ignoring her.
“God, you are so fucking boring. No wonder you don’t get laid.” She flipped me off and slammed the door behind her.
I smiled widely at her as she walked out the door. Angela, and pretty much everyone else that knew me, had no idea what went on with my sex life. I valued my privacy and liked to keep people at a safe distance. Besides, it was none of her business. For all she knew, I was a virgin. I lay back and returned to my book, reveling in the fact that I had a date with a hot, rich guy the next day.
Well, business meeting and definitely not of the getting laid kind. Still a better deal than being notch 532 on a manwhore’s bedpost.