He didn’t even bring anything to the table except the damned audacity! I left that restaurant so fast you’d have thought I was powered by jet fuel. I didn’t even order any food. I told him I had an emergency and left. I saw the graffiti on that raggedy ass wall, and I wasn’t about to be stuck paying the bill.
I sigh gratefully as I finally pull into my driveway. My one-story bungalow is located in the suburbs of Dallas, Texas. I love my little home. I worked hard to be where I am, and I might not have children or a man, not that I’m positive I want either, but I’m proud of myself.
I park my car in the garage, and I get out to head inside. It’s been a long week, and I’m so glad tomorrow is Friday. With the secret merger happening, it has been a lot of extra work for me in the last few weeks. But, at least the announcement should be happening within a few days, so the stress of having to keep a secret will be finished.
I drop my keys in the bowl on the side table and flip on the light. I drop my work bag on the floor and kick off my heels. I know exactly what I need to relieve this stress instantaneously… wine!
I normally don’t drink during the week, but I can make an exception tonight. I need to relax. I pour my favorite Moscato into the largest wine glass I own, and I take a big gulp.
“Ahhh. Yes indeed! That’s what I need!” I do a little shimmy because the flavor hits the spot.
Who needs a man when you can have wine! At the thought, I purse my lips. I might not need a man, but I most definitely need some dick in my life. I start to think back on the last time I had a good pipe laying, and my mind goes completely blank.
“When was the last time I had sex?” I question out loud, hoping to jog my memory. But nothing…
It’s a damned shame that I can’t remember. I’m only thirty-seven years old; I should have at least one bed buddy in my phone. But nope! My contacts are as dry as the Sahara.
“Maybe, I should let Anita set me up.” Just when I think about giving in and calling Anita, my Tabby cat, Lord Paws, meows loudly at me.
“You’re right, Paws. I’m not that desperate,” I sigh, stroking my cat’s back. He meows again as if in agreement, and I sigh.
“But I’ve gone through two rose vibrators. Enough is enough, dammit!” Lord Paws gives me an indignant look and sashays away from me.
“Baby Jesus, help me. I’m too young to be talking to my damn cat about my lack of sex life.” I shake my head and guzzle down more wine.
If my older sisters could see me now, they would definitely perform an intervention. I’m just glad they live too far to drop in on me unexpectedly. The good Lord only knows what extreme measures they would go through to get me married off.
However, I can relax knowing that as the only single sister, the only childless sister, and the baby sister, my siblings would have to catch flights to get to me, which takes too much planning for them to surprise me.
“Thank God for that!”