there?”
“ Getting ready.”
“ Did you shave?” Andrea’s voice asked me through the door.
“ Yeah.” I sighed, tired of this already. It didn’t look like my friends were going to give me much of a choice, so I knew I was just going to have to go along with the plan, whatever that plan happened to be.
When I answered, the door popped open and the twins dragged me out of the bathroom. Cathy walked into the room and grabbed my make-up case and followed us to the kitchen. I was instructed to sit in one of my chairs and Cathy immediately went to work on my hair.
My hairdresser friend started to dry it and straighten my hair as the twins each grabbed one of my hands. The twins were giving me simultaneous manicures and pedicures. It was actually a rather strange situation that I happened to be in. Imagine me, just sitting in a kitchen chair wrapped in a towel, one woman working on my hair and two more painting my nails. I knew better than to fight the three of them, they could easily have overpowered me and forced me into my dress. I wouldn’t put it past them either. They were my three best friends in the entire world. We met in college and shared a small apartment back in Michigan. Those were amazing days, back before the concept of heartache really meant anything to us.
I was just reminiscing as I was having my hair styled and my make-up applied by very professional hands. Cathy had gone to cosmetology school after she dropped out of college. She did amazing work, and now owned her own salon that was becoming quite successful. Of course, the three of us, the twins and I, always got our hair done free by the owner. The girls were laughing and joking while they dressed me up and I didn’t want to disappoint them so I played along.
After they finished sprucing up my face, hair and nails, the twins brought out my dress. It was my little black dress that I had in the back of my closet. I had never had the nerve to wear it before but it had no connection to John’s memory. The shoes that matched the dress were silver, strappy and open toe. They had already transferred my wallet and other essentials into a small silver purse so as soon as I was dressed I was pretty much ready to go. Examining myself in the mirror I thought that I looked pretty good, and from the way Cathy was staring at me, I figured they had done an excellent job.
“ Okay, are we ready to go?” Ada asked the group.
**
The club was hopping when we arrived. I could hear the base pumping before we got out of our cab. Inside there was a mass of bodies on the dance floor, but the four of us made our way to a tiny booth in a back corner. We ordered our first round of drinks and they were immediately paid for by a nice looking man sitting at the bar. His skin was incredibly dark and contrasted the white shirt he was wearing magnificently. When he waved at me, I politely waved back.
“ He’s cute.” Andrea giggled at me.
“ I guess so.” I couldn’t get over the fact that he reminded me of John.
“ Go talk to him.” Ada pushed me out of the booth. “It’ll be good for you.”
“ I wouldn’t know what to say.” I was so confused. I hadn’t dated in three years. Even in that time it seemed like so many things had changed.
“ Did you forget how to flirt?” Ada asked me.
“ I think so. I didn’t need that skill for the past three years.” I was actually trying to say a joke, but it seemed to land at my friends feet unappreciated.
“ Go up to him and ask him for his name. Once you start talking it will all come back to you. It’s just like riding a bike.” Andrea explained as gently as she could.
I didn’t want to do it, but I was being goaded into it by my best friends. How could I say no to them? Taking a deep breath I walked across the room. The man that had bought us our drinks smiled slyly at me. Something seemed a bit fishy about him. None of my friends seemed concerned so I figured it was just me.
“How
“ Getting ready.”
“ Did you shave?” Andrea’s voice asked me through the door.
“ Yeah.” I sighed, tired of this already. It didn’t look like my friends were going to give me much of a choice, so I knew I was just going to have to go along with the plan, whatever that plan happened to be.
When I answered, the door popped open and the twins dragged me out of the bathroom. Cathy walked into the room and grabbed my make-up case and followed us to the kitchen. I was instructed to sit in one of my chairs and Cathy immediately went to work on my hair.
My hairdresser friend started to dry it and straighten my hair as the twins each grabbed one of my hands. The twins were giving me simultaneous manicures and pedicures. It was actually a rather strange situation that I happened to be in. Imagine me, just sitting in a kitchen chair wrapped in a towel, one woman working on my hair and two more painting my nails. I knew better than to fight the three of them, they could easily have overpowered me and forced me into my dress. I wouldn’t put it past them either. They were my three best friends in the entire world. We met in college and shared a small apartment back in Michigan. Those were amazing days, back before the concept of heartache really meant anything to us.
I was just reminiscing as I was having my hair styled and my make-up applied by very professional hands. Cathy had gone to cosmetology school after she dropped out of college. She did amazing work, and now owned her own salon that was becoming quite successful. Of course, the three of us, the twins and I, always got our hair done free by the owner. The girls were laughing and joking while they dressed me up and I didn’t want to disappoint them so I played along.
After they finished sprucing up my face, hair and nails, the twins brought out my dress. It was my little black dress that I had in the back of my closet. I had never had the nerve to wear it before but it had no connection to John’s memory. The shoes that matched the dress were silver, strappy and open toe. They had already transferred my wallet and other essentials into a small silver purse so as soon as I was dressed I was pretty much ready to go. Examining myself in the mirror I thought that I looked pretty good, and from the way Cathy was staring at me, I figured they had done an excellent job.
“ Okay, are we ready to go?” Ada asked the group.
**
The club was hopping when we arrived. I could hear the base pumping before we got out of our cab. Inside there was a mass of bodies on the dance floor, but the four of us made our way to a tiny booth in a back corner. We ordered our first round of drinks and they were immediately paid for by a nice looking man sitting at the bar. His skin was incredibly dark and contrasted the white shirt he was wearing magnificently. When he waved at me, I politely waved back.
“ He’s cute.” Andrea giggled at me.
“ I guess so.” I couldn’t get over the fact that he reminded me of John.
“ Go talk to him.” Ada pushed me out of the booth. “It’ll be good for you.”
“ I wouldn’t know what to say.” I was so confused. I hadn’t dated in three years. Even in that time it seemed like so many things had changed.
“ Did you forget how to flirt?” Ada asked me.
“ I think so. I didn’t need that skill for the past three years.” I was actually trying to say a joke, but it seemed to land at my friends feet unappreciated.
“ Go up to him and ask him for his name. Once you start talking it will all come back to you. It’s just like riding a bike.” Andrea explained as gently as she could.
I didn’t want to do it, but I was being goaded into it by my best friends. How could I say no to them? Taking a deep breath I walked across the room. The man that had bought us our drinks smiled slyly at me. Something seemed a bit fishy about him. None of my friends seemed concerned so I figured it was just me.
“How
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