sleep-with-someone-on-the-third-date type, let alone a sleep-with-someone-on-the-first-date type. In fact, I was normally more of a ‘I’ll sleep with you after we’ve been dating for three months type.’ Hence, the number of sexual partners I’d had could be counted on two fingers.
“Well ...”
“Samantha Sharp. I didn’t know you had it in you.” She looked stunned but quickly regained her composure, driven by a thirst for details. She leaned in closer, her voice low “Okay, so tell me everything. How was he? He’s so hot, Sam, I bet he was fucking amazing, wasn’t he?”
“Uh ... yeah.” I grinned down at the table. I felt like a teenager, rather than a grown woman.
She finally sensed my hesitation and backed off slightly.
“Okay, okay. So when are you seeing him again?”
“I think Monday night. I’m busy today and have to work most of Monday.”
“Don’t you have your family trip to Tahoe on Monday after work?”
Shit, she was right. How did that slip my mind? It was already the end of November, and my family goes up to Lake Tahoe each year during the week of Thanksgiving. We were planning on driving up on Monday night to avoid the traffic.
“Crap, you are right. I need to tell David.” I was beyond sad to realize I wouldn’t get to see him for almost a week. I know we only met a few days ago, but I felt like my body was already in sync with his bio-rhythms.
The waitress came over and set two plates heaped with food in front of us. I changed the subject to Derek, Carrie’s new plaything, and she was properly distracted as I picked at my hash browns.
~
After a few caffeinated hours of girl talk, Carrie dropped me off at my place in her old Volvo. I wandered down the stone path and around back and found Clark and Leslie at work in the garden. Clark’s tall frame was raking leaves into a huge pile, and Leslie was kneeling on the ground with a small shovel. They were both bundled up in thick fisherman sweaters, as the fog still hadn’t yet broken. Leslie spied me as I entered the yard.
“Sammie. There you are.”
“Hey, Leslie. Hey, Clark.” I waved across the yard at Clark.
“We were looking for you. Still on for dinner tonight?”
“Definitely.”
“Great. Clark is making coq au vin.”
“That’s great Leslie. I wouldn’t miss Clark’s coq au vin for the world.”
“Wonderful. How about 6:30?”
“Sounds perfect. I’ll come by then.”
I retreated to my little studio. Shutting the door behind me, I closed the blinds and flung myself onto my bed. I needed a little time to rest and digest what was going on. Surprisingly, I was hit with an urge to call my mom.
I pulled my phone out. Four missed text messages. One of them was from my sister, asking about what board games she should bring for the trip. Another was from Carrie, warning me that she was bringing a ‘surprise’ to brunch. So much for that. And the two others were from David. My heart stopped as I slid the screen to read them.
Thank you for the pleasure of your company last night .
What a gentleman.
I am looking forward to an encore on Monday night.
Thomas and I will pick you up from the gallery at five o’clock sharp.
Be ready.
Crap. He was not going to like it when I tell him I can’t see him for a whole week. I braced myself and texted back.
I am so sorry, but I forgot I have to go to Tahoe with my family this week.
We leave Monday night.
Please don’t hate me.
I waited for a reply. Nothing. I hoped he was on the other end, furrowing his brow, trying to figure out his next move. Still nothing. Maybe he was already on the plane to New York. I tried to calculate the time difference and gave up.
I pressed a few buttons on the screen. I heard the phone ring. A woman picked up.
“Hi Sammie!”
“Hey, Mom.” I was so relieved to hear her voice; a tear launched itself down my cheek. Maybe I wasn’t the worldly woman I had been pretending to be over the last few days. Maybe I couldn’t
“Well ...”
“Samantha Sharp. I didn’t know you had it in you.” She looked stunned but quickly regained her composure, driven by a thirst for details. She leaned in closer, her voice low “Okay, so tell me everything. How was he? He’s so hot, Sam, I bet he was fucking amazing, wasn’t he?”
“Uh ... yeah.” I grinned down at the table. I felt like a teenager, rather than a grown woman.
She finally sensed my hesitation and backed off slightly.
“Okay, okay. So when are you seeing him again?”
“I think Monday night. I’m busy today and have to work most of Monday.”
“Don’t you have your family trip to Tahoe on Monday after work?”
Shit, she was right. How did that slip my mind? It was already the end of November, and my family goes up to Lake Tahoe each year during the week of Thanksgiving. We were planning on driving up on Monday night to avoid the traffic.
“Crap, you are right. I need to tell David.” I was beyond sad to realize I wouldn’t get to see him for almost a week. I know we only met a few days ago, but I felt like my body was already in sync with his bio-rhythms.
The waitress came over and set two plates heaped with food in front of us. I changed the subject to Derek, Carrie’s new plaything, and she was properly distracted as I picked at my hash browns.
~
After a few caffeinated hours of girl talk, Carrie dropped me off at my place in her old Volvo. I wandered down the stone path and around back and found Clark and Leslie at work in the garden. Clark’s tall frame was raking leaves into a huge pile, and Leslie was kneeling on the ground with a small shovel. They were both bundled up in thick fisherman sweaters, as the fog still hadn’t yet broken. Leslie spied me as I entered the yard.
“Sammie. There you are.”
“Hey, Leslie. Hey, Clark.” I waved across the yard at Clark.
“We were looking for you. Still on for dinner tonight?”
“Definitely.”
“Great. Clark is making coq au vin.”
“That’s great Leslie. I wouldn’t miss Clark’s coq au vin for the world.”
“Wonderful. How about 6:30?”
“Sounds perfect. I’ll come by then.”
I retreated to my little studio. Shutting the door behind me, I closed the blinds and flung myself onto my bed. I needed a little time to rest and digest what was going on. Surprisingly, I was hit with an urge to call my mom.
I pulled my phone out. Four missed text messages. One of them was from my sister, asking about what board games she should bring for the trip. Another was from Carrie, warning me that she was bringing a ‘surprise’ to brunch. So much for that. And the two others were from David. My heart stopped as I slid the screen to read them.
Thank you for the pleasure of your company last night .
What a gentleman.
I am looking forward to an encore on Monday night.
Thomas and I will pick you up from the gallery at five o’clock sharp.
Be ready.
Crap. He was not going to like it when I tell him I can’t see him for a whole week. I braced myself and texted back.
I am so sorry, but I forgot I have to go to Tahoe with my family this week.
We leave Monday night.
Please don’t hate me.
I waited for a reply. Nothing. I hoped he was on the other end, furrowing his brow, trying to figure out his next move. Still nothing. Maybe he was already on the plane to New York. I tried to calculate the time difference and gave up.
I pressed a few buttons on the screen. I heard the phone ring. A woman picked up.
“Hi Sammie!”
“Hey, Mom.” I was so relieved to hear her voice; a tear launched itself down my cheek. Maybe I wasn’t the worldly woman I had been pretending to be over the last few days. Maybe I couldn’t
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