form of sexual expression was limited to what I’d read in books, or seen on television, or the occasional bit of porn that had piqued my curiosity. I’d never thought of it as something that was for me. Until . . .
“And what was the verdict?”
Chloe shrugged. “I had a hard time taking it seriously. I couldn’t stop laughing so she got mad at me, and then we decided it wasn’t working. I think if it had been with someone else it might have been different. But that was just my experience.” She waited for me to elaborate.
“I was up for it. Or at least I thought I was. Anyway, he went down on me, told me not to come, I did, and then he just sort of . . . changed. He had the weirdest expression on his face, and then he told me he couldn’t continue and was gone quicker than you could say fuck and flee.”
Chloe whistled and shook her head. “That’s harsh. Not to mention that was the second time, and he left you standing there with your pants around your ankles.” Actually, I’d had no pants, but I didn’t correct her.
“So I guess that’s it for him then, huh?”
I nodded. “Absolutely. He used up all his chances and then some.” I was so done.
“What are you going to tell Rory?”
That was the question. “I have no idea. I was thinking less is more in this case. I’m not going to tell her about his kinky motherfuckery tendencies. I’m sure she wouldn’t want to know. I guess I’m just going to say thanks, but no thanks.” I shrugged.
“Sounds good. Hey, would you mind getting me a glass of water? If I keep talking, I’m going to lose my voice.”
“Oh, really? What a tragedy.” She smacked me as I walked by her to the kitchen.
Chloe and I spent most of the day nursing ourselves back to health and complaining about past relationships.
“I hope Rory’s works out. Even though it’s going to be tricky with her being his boss and everything. Although, that would be kind of hot,” Chloe said, scraping the bottom of my last container of ice cream. I was busy working on one of my mini cheesecakes. Okay, so I was working on my second mini cheesecake, but they were so small that it hardly counted.
“Why do people treat us like this? Is it us or them?” Chloe said. I hated it when she pointed out things like that. It just made me examine my life choices, and that wasn’t always a fun thing to do.
“It’s them. Definitely them.”
She nodded. “Definitely them. We’re awesome. Anyone who can’t see that is an asshole, and they don’t deserve us anyway.”
“Hear, hear,” I said, holding up my fork. She smacked it with her spoon and we went back to recovering.
Chloe tossed the empty ice cream container on the counter and folded her hands over her stomach. “But if they treat us this way, is it because we let them? I mean, H-Harmony and I had problems long before it ended. But I was too in love to see it.” I knew what she meant. I’d been blinded by love before. We all had.
“I don’t know, Chlo. I’m beginning to think it’s me. I must be attracting the wrong people. Or the wrong people are attracted to me. I guess it’s a little bit of a chicken and egg question.” We had a conundrum on our hands. One I wasn’t sure if we’d ever solve, not really.
“We just do the best we can, right?” she said.
“Right. Do the best we can.”
We did the best we could and actually got dressed. Chloe had more than several sets of clothes at my house for emergencies.
“Okay, we’re dressed. Now what?”
“We go out into society and put our best foot forward. Fuck, I just sounded like my mother.” I almost asked Chloe to slap some sense into me, but that would have left a red mark on my face.
“It’s okay. It happens to the best of us.” She patted my shoulder in sympathy. “The older you get, the more you realize that you’re becoming your parents. Don’t worry, there’s always therapy.”
I rolled my eyes at her. “Do you want to just do
“And what was the verdict?”
Chloe shrugged. “I had a hard time taking it seriously. I couldn’t stop laughing so she got mad at me, and then we decided it wasn’t working. I think if it had been with someone else it might have been different. But that was just my experience.” She waited for me to elaborate.
“I was up for it. Or at least I thought I was. Anyway, he went down on me, told me not to come, I did, and then he just sort of . . . changed. He had the weirdest expression on his face, and then he told me he couldn’t continue and was gone quicker than you could say fuck and flee.”
Chloe whistled and shook her head. “That’s harsh. Not to mention that was the second time, and he left you standing there with your pants around your ankles.” Actually, I’d had no pants, but I didn’t correct her.
“So I guess that’s it for him then, huh?”
I nodded. “Absolutely. He used up all his chances and then some.” I was so done.
“What are you going to tell Rory?”
That was the question. “I have no idea. I was thinking less is more in this case. I’m not going to tell her about his kinky motherfuckery tendencies. I’m sure she wouldn’t want to know. I guess I’m just going to say thanks, but no thanks.” I shrugged.
“Sounds good. Hey, would you mind getting me a glass of water? If I keep talking, I’m going to lose my voice.”
“Oh, really? What a tragedy.” She smacked me as I walked by her to the kitchen.
Chloe and I spent most of the day nursing ourselves back to health and complaining about past relationships.
“I hope Rory’s works out. Even though it’s going to be tricky with her being his boss and everything. Although, that would be kind of hot,” Chloe said, scraping the bottom of my last container of ice cream. I was busy working on one of my mini cheesecakes. Okay, so I was working on my second mini cheesecake, but they were so small that it hardly counted.
“Why do people treat us like this? Is it us or them?” Chloe said. I hated it when she pointed out things like that. It just made me examine my life choices, and that wasn’t always a fun thing to do.
“It’s them. Definitely them.”
She nodded. “Definitely them. We’re awesome. Anyone who can’t see that is an asshole, and they don’t deserve us anyway.”
“Hear, hear,” I said, holding up my fork. She smacked it with her spoon and we went back to recovering.
Chloe tossed the empty ice cream container on the counter and folded her hands over her stomach. “But if they treat us this way, is it because we let them? I mean, H-Harmony and I had problems long before it ended. But I was too in love to see it.” I knew what she meant. I’d been blinded by love before. We all had.
“I don’t know, Chlo. I’m beginning to think it’s me. I must be attracting the wrong people. Or the wrong people are attracted to me. I guess it’s a little bit of a chicken and egg question.” We had a conundrum on our hands. One I wasn’t sure if we’d ever solve, not really.
“We just do the best we can, right?” she said.
“Right. Do the best we can.”
We did the best we could and actually got dressed. Chloe had more than several sets of clothes at my house for emergencies.
“Okay, we’re dressed. Now what?”
“We go out into society and put our best foot forward. Fuck, I just sounded like my mother.” I almost asked Chloe to slap some sense into me, but that would have left a red mark on my face.
“It’s okay. It happens to the best of us.” She patted my shoulder in sympathy. “The older you get, the more you realize that you’re becoming your parents. Don’t worry, there’s always therapy.”
I rolled my eyes at her. “Do you want to just do
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