closet as she questions me. I understand that she’s getting ready for another night on the town, but it hurts that my best friend is acting like I’m not sitting cross-legged on her bed, needing to talk to her about everything racing through my mind.
“Well, by the time we got done grabbing a bite to eat, it was late and we figured you were passed out. So, I went back to his place since my house keys were in your car.” Holly doesn’t need to know that I don’t actually remember agreeing to go to his place. For some reason, I get the feeling Holly doesn’t care much for Dylan.
I trail behind Holly like a lost puppy into her bathroom, not sure why I’m hanging around at all. It is obvious her party for the night is more important than talking to me, not that I expect her to say anything supportive at this point. She has been encouraging me to move on from the moment I filed the divorce papers. Now that I am, it feels like she doesn’t approve of that decision either. I know in my heart that this weekend is a turning point in my life and I wish she would stop long enough to at least pretend to be happy for me. In less than twenty-four hours, I have gone to dinner, slept next to, and spent the entire day with someone I like and his name isn’t Nick Romero. She should be jumping for joy in her thigh-high boots.
“Seriously, is there something you know about h im that I need to know?” I ask, promising myself to at least listen to what she has to say. “Last night, it was like you knew him or something. And now, when you should be elated that I’m heeding your advice and stepping into the dating pool, you’re acting like you did when I was with Nick. What gives?”
Holly slams her makeup bag onto the counter. “I just think you’re jumping into things. You’re so excited to get out there in the world for a change that you slept with the first man you met on the first night you met him. How in the hell do you go from a fucking prude to some sort of whore in the blink of an eye?”
If she had slapped me across the face, it would have hurt less than her words. Does she really think so little of me that she assumes I had wild, crazy monkey sex all night with a total stranger? Even with Nick, it took almost eight months before I handed him my virginity. That wasn’t because I was scared to have sex, it was because I never want anyone to think of me as cheap and easy.
“For your information, we slept together, that’s it. I don’t know what type of guys you were hanging around with while I stayed holed up at home but not everyone demands sex right off the bat. And today, he took me to a football game and we hung out with his best friend. He didn’t ask me what I wanted to do, but somehow he managed to choose an activity that I tried to get Nick to do time and time again until I realized it was pointless to even try with him. Dang, Holly, I thought you’d be happy for me!”
Leaning against the vanity, Holly takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Tash, it’s been a shit day around here. I’m still hung over as hell and last night didn’t go well after you left. Honestly, it’s probably for the best that you left when you did.”
She looks up at me and I can see the worry all over her face. “I just…please don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t know what it’s like out there. You and Nick started dating when you were kids, got married young, and then you were always home waiting around for his next demand. Maybe this Dylan is a decent guy, but I’ve seen too many who seem great right up until the moment they’re not.”
“You mean like Nick?” I can’t help but point out the obvious. When we first started dating, everyone loved Nick; he was one of the most popular kids in school. But then he changed. By the time we were in college, even I couldn’t see the sweet, funny boy I had fallen in love with but it was too late. I was in too deep and thought he’d go back to being his sweet,
“Well, by the time we got done grabbing a bite to eat, it was late and we figured you were passed out. So, I went back to his place since my house keys were in your car.” Holly doesn’t need to know that I don’t actually remember agreeing to go to his place. For some reason, I get the feeling Holly doesn’t care much for Dylan.
I trail behind Holly like a lost puppy into her bathroom, not sure why I’m hanging around at all. It is obvious her party for the night is more important than talking to me, not that I expect her to say anything supportive at this point. She has been encouraging me to move on from the moment I filed the divorce papers. Now that I am, it feels like she doesn’t approve of that decision either. I know in my heart that this weekend is a turning point in my life and I wish she would stop long enough to at least pretend to be happy for me. In less than twenty-four hours, I have gone to dinner, slept next to, and spent the entire day with someone I like and his name isn’t Nick Romero. She should be jumping for joy in her thigh-high boots.
“Seriously, is there something you know about h im that I need to know?” I ask, promising myself to at least listen to what she has to say. “Last night, it was like you knew him or something. And now, when you should be elated that I’m heeding your advice and stepping into the dating pool, you’re acting like you did when I was with Nick. What gives?”
Holly slams her makeup bag onto the counter. “I just think you’re jumping into things. You’re so excited to get out there in the world for a change that you slept with the first man you met on the first night you met him. How in the hell do you go from a fucking prude to some sort of whore in the blink of an eye?”
If she had slapped me across the face, it would have hurt less than her words. Does she really think so little of me that she assumes I had wild, crazy monkey sex all night with a total stranger? Even with Nick, it took almost eight months before I handed him my virginity. That wasn’t because I was scared to have sex, it was because I never want anyone to think of me as cheap and easy.
“For your information, we slept together, that’s it. I don’t know what type of guys you were hanging around with while I stayed holed up at home but not everyone demands sex right off the bat. And today, he took me to a football game and we hung out with his best friend. He didn’t ask me what I wanted to do, but somehow he managed to choose an activity that I tried to get Nick to do time and time again until I realized it was pointless to even try with him. Dang, Holly, I thought you’d be happy for me!”
Leaning against the vanity, Holly takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Tash, it’s been a shit day around here. I’m still hung over as hell and last night didn’t go well after you left. Honestly, it’s probably for the best that you left when you did.”
She looks up at me and I can see the worry all over her face. “I just…please don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t know what it’s like out there. You and Nick started dating when you were kids, got married young, and then you were always home waiting around for his next demand. Maybe this Dylan is a decent guy, but I’ve seen too many who seem great right up until the moment they’re not.”
“You mean like Nick?” I can’t help but point out the obvious. When we first started dating, everyone loved Nick; he was one of the most popular kids in school. But then he changed. By the time we were in college, even I couldn’t see the sweet, funny boy I had fallen in love with but it was too late. I was in too deep and thought he’d go back to being his sweet,
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