Misadventures with a Rookie
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“One,” I said.
“Five, then,” Hailey corrected. “Nobody says one. They’ll think you cower in your apartment like a hermit, afraid to leave the house.”
“That’s kind of what I do.”
“But people don’t need to know that.”
And so it went. Over and over again—for roughly a million questions—Hailey asked me about myself and then corrected me to make me more palatable to other people. When at last we’d finished, she clicked into my profile and let out a contented sigh.
“Okay, here’s your description. Hey there! I’m Piper, and I’m looking for like-minded people to hang out with as I’m new to the city. My interests include Netflix, a good glass of wine, board games, and snuggly couches,” Hailey said.
“Good enough,” I said, compromising because it was the best I was going to get from her at this point.
“Great,” she said, smacking her lips with satisfaction. “Ooh, lookie here! You’ve already got a match.”
“What?” My stomach kicked up a team of butterflies. “Are you serious?”
“Dead. Oh, wow,” Hailey cooed. “He’s sexy.”
“I’m not looking for sexy,” I reminded her.
“Oh, you’re definitely looking for this kind of sexy. Everyone wants this kind of sexy. Holy cow.”
“How do you know he’s not going to make a wig out of my skin or whatever you said?” I reminded her, trying not to let the panic set in.
“Oh, relax. You can keep me on speed dial through your whole date.”
“Date?” I asked.
“It’s tomorrow night at the Florentine Inn. That place is nice, so wear a dress,” she chirped.
“What the hell, Hail?” I said, my palms going clammy even at the thought.
“Don’t worry, you don’t have to thank me just yet.”
“Cancel it,” I shot back. “Cancel it right now.”
“No. You need to get out there, and this is the only way you’re ever going to do it. I’m just giving you a gentle shove, sis,” Hailey insisted.
It felt more like a knife in my back. Everything in me wanted to fight her on this. Everything except this one, teeny tiny part of me that feared she was right—and I was terrified to spend the rest of my life alone. Of sitting inside this apartment with no one to talk to and nothing to do and, worse, getting more comfortable with it day by day until the only people I saw were workmates and Thai food delivery guys. That part had me considering it. Just this one time.
“Well, tell me something about him, at least,” I grumbled.
“Nope. You have to go into this with an open mind, and at least this way, I know you will.”
For a female, the size of my sister’s balls never failed to astonish me. “You’re evil,” I said.
“Yep, but you are going to like this guy and end up thanking me. I can feel it. Now I’ve gotta go. When I left, some chick was talking about riding the mechanical bull, and I’m pretty sure it’s about to get hilarious in there. Love you.”
She hung up, and I glared at my phone for a long moment before setting it on the coffee table in front of me and staring at the TV.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been on a first date—maybe not since college. I’d thought, way back when, that Tommy and I were going to make it, that we’d get married. But no. He got promoted to Head Douchebag or whatever his title was at some real-estate firm, and he left me in the dust. And then, with his face plastered on every billboard in town to promote the firm, I couldn’t get away from the guy.
I’d needed a fresh start—something new. Different. So I came here.
And I’ve been wallowing and watching Netflix ever since. Though, to be fair, it had only been three days.
Placing my hands just outside my thighs, I propelled myself from the couch and made my way toward the calendar hanging from my fridge. Monday was labelled with bright-green ink—my first day at my new job. And tomorrow?
Tomorrow was a day for pink. The color of romance.
I picked a pen from a little cup near the fridge, wrote the time and place of my date on the calendar, and then stood back and smiled. Hailey could be right. This could be my one chance to get back on the wagon and spend my Friday nights somewhere other than lounging on my couch alone.
And she was right about one other thing too.
It had been a long, long time since I’d felt the warmth of a man’s skin against me. And the fact that I didn’t know a thing about this guy? Well, that made it all the more terrifying…but also kind of exciting.
The best part? If it didn’t work out, I’d never have to see him again. Maybe Hailey had really come up with the perfect plan this time.
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