thought keeps popping into my head: play it cool . I pick up my
cell phone and open Facebook. I scroll through the news feed and read about my friends and see their wedding photos and photos of their children. I shake my head and put my cell phone down. I can feel tears welling in my eyes. My loneliness
overwhelms me, and a single tear flows down my cheek. I wipe it away with the back of my hand and sigh. I turn over so my face is in my pillow. Beep. My cell phone tells me there’s a message. I casually pick it up and see who the
message is from, assuming it’s my mother. “It’s him,” I say with a shrill of excitement, turning over so I’m lying on my back.
Hi, Jeni, hoping your day was a pleasant one. Moronic
Smart-ass Man.
I can feel a smile beaming from ear to ear as a sigh of relief engulfs me. It’s almost as if he knew I was dying to hear from him.
Those butterflies make another pesky appearance as they flutter in my stomach. I hit Reply .
Hey, Moronic Smart-ass Man, my day was average, just as
usual. How was yours?
I hit Send. I hold the cell phone to my chest. With
my eyes closed, I imagine Aiden and what he might be wearing. Maybe still in his business suit or maybe he’s lying on his bed wearing only his boxers. Mmm. I like the latter.
My day was full of boring business meetings. Lunch at the Intercontinental. It was average, just a usual day. Are you looking forward to Friday’s surprise? ;-)
My curiosity sparks. I hit Reply .
It depends on what the surprise is. Tell me, and I’ll let
you know if I’m looking forward to it or not. ;-p So, you know what I do for a job, but what do you do?
I hit Send. I figure he knows more about me than I do
him; it’s time to find out some of the juicy details.
Well, well, Miss Taylor, who’s the smart-ass now? lol I work
in the family business, with my father and sister. We’re in finance.
“Hmm, finance, huh, fair enough,” I say matter-of-factly. I
know nothing about finance, except that my bank account is running low after buying my new car. He must be really knowledgeable. Knowledgeable and gorgeous, you don’t get that very often. He’s so far out of my league. What am I doing? He probably feels guilty about crashing into me, and that’s why he’s being so
nice, not because he likes me. Yeah, that must be it. I hit Reply.
Wow, finance, sounds challenging. I’m bad with numbers lol.
Family business, sounds like a small company. Do you have many people working there?
I hit Send.
It’s quite a big firm actually. Father has about 200 people working for him. I basically deal with wealthy clients and manage their
financial assets. No, it’s not that challenging for me. I’m good with numbers, and you’re bad with them, so I guess that evens us out.
“Man, I am out of his league.” I sigh. I hit Reply.
Guess so. Wow, that does sound like a big firm. Anyway, I
have to go and cook dinner. See you Friday.
I hit Send. I feel bad for lying to him, but I feel frustrated that he’s leading me on because he feels guilty. I mean what kind of
arrogant ass would lead a girl on because he wants to feel better about himself? I guess men are all the same. I can feel my eyes start to well up again. I started to let myself trust him. Why? I’ve only known him for three
seconds. The tears start to run freely down my cheeks. “Why do I do this to myself?” Beep . I hesitate to look at the message as I wipe my tears away.
Okay, have a great dinner. I’ll see you Friday :-)
His answer is short and sweet. I sigh and put my head back
onto my pillow. I need to talk to Sarah. She always knows how to pull me out of these moods. I look at the clock. Seven twenty, way too early to go to bed. I crawl under my blanket and turn on the television. I flick through the channels aimlessly, not even really looking at what is on. I finally settle on some
documentary about