“Unacceptable,” Alex says. “Your ass needs to go on an extended trip where the likelihood of easy women abounds.”
“Like Spring Break? Because that was my last vacation.”
“That’s depressing. And, no, not some hellhole in Florida. I’m talking about some exotic locale with crystal blue water and tropical breezes.”
I take a sip of beer and shake my head. “I’m not really in the mood for that.”
“Okay then how about the easy woman part?”
I arch a brow. “What are you implying?”
“I’m not implying anything, Nash. I’m flat out saying you need to get laid before that dick of yours shrivels up and falls off. Unless I’m too late. Did it already happen?”
Lifting my middle finger, I’m about to say something rude when my burger arrives. I haven’t eaten all day and my mouth starts watering as I grab it and take a huge bite.
“Eat much?”
“Not today,” I say around a mouthful of food. “And my dick is just fine, thank you very much.”
“Poor lonely guy,” Alex laments.
“Really? You get yourself a girlfriend and now I’m the sad, pathetic one?”
“I didn’t say that, you did.”
“I’m not interested in anything serious right now,” I say and swipe several fries through a pile of ketchup.
“Exactly why I asked if you wanted me to have the girls come tonight. Lori is really into you.”
“Seriously? Lori isn’t a one-night stand kind of person. We’d sleep together and by morning, she’d be looking at me with googly eyes and have all our children named. Hell to the no, bro.”
“Okay, okay. So maybe it’s time to call a hooker. I know a guy who knows a girl.”
With a groan, I wipe my mouth. “Me and my dick are quite content. Please leave us alone.”
“I’m just saying all work and no play makes Nash a dull boy.”
“I play. What do you think I’m doing right now?”
“Eating dinner since you’ve been working all day.”
“Okay, so maybe the way I play now isn’t as exciting as how I used to play, but I’m good. I’m 34, not 24. Nowadays I get excited about business deals, coupons, when gas prices drop and being in bed by 10pm.”
“Oh, Grandpa,” Alex laments.
“We can’t all maintain that party boy lifestyle like you.”
“Wait. You have a Tesla. Why do you care about gas prices?”
I shrug. “I don’t know.” But that’s not true. While growing up, my dad used to always keep his eye on the price of gas and every time we drove by a gas station, he’d get excited when it fell down a few cents. For some strange reason, I still do.
“You’re a weirdo,” Alex says.
“A weirdo who just sold his company,” I say, and we clink bottles.
“What’s the plan now? If you aren’t going to take some time off that means you’re about ready to dive back in and start something new.”
“Yeah, I’m still debating. As happy as I am about the sale and success of my company, it was on a smaller level. I want to grow something bigger.”