are you doing tonight?” He asked me.
“ Pretty good.” Nothing about this situation felt right.
“ Let’s dance.” He demanded.
I really didn’t want to, but I agreed. On the floor his hands were everywhere. It felt like I had to fight him off. John had always been like that, and it put me in protective mode before then. John always had wandering hands and it made me nervous when he did it. We danced through one song and then I politely excused myself.
I rejoined my friends who were enjoying another drink at the table. I sat down and picked up my drink. “I don’t like this.” I told my friends.
“ You should be having fun!” Andrea told announced. “C’mon girls. We’re heading to the dance floor.” Andrea grabbed my hand and led me to the floor again. We started to dance to one of my favorite Beyonce tracks. A couple of men tried to break into our group, but I didn’t really like any of them.
After I turned down the fifth guy in a row, Ada asked me about it. “I don’t want any of these guys,” I told her. I didn’t know what I wanted, but I definitely didn’t want anyone who reminded me of John.
“Do you want to go somewhere else?” Cathy was scowling a bit. “I know another place up the street.”
“ No, I’ll be OK I just don’t want to dance with these guys.” As I spoke I felt my phone buzz in my purse with a text message. Looking at the screen I saw a very familiar number. I didn’t even look at the message and placed it back in my purse.
“ Was that the bastard?” Ada butted into the conversation that was comprised of my thoughts and another man trying to hit on me.
“ Yeah.”
“ Do you want us to hurt him?” Andrea asked me with a gentle laughter.
“ I know a guy.” Cathy mentioned off hand. “We could take care of him.”
Coming from Cathy I was afraid that the threat was actually real. “He hurt himself enough. I don’t need to add anything to it. I just want to go home.”
“We’re not going home yet.” Ada informed me. “We’ve got to get you out of this funk. You need a rebound.”
“ I don’t need a rebound.” I was actually starting to pout and my friends were kind enough not to point it out.
After a few minutes of awkward silence we got to watch Cathy’s sharp tongue decimate a man who wouldn’t take no for an answer. It was, as always, an amazing sight. The girls finally decided that we should leave, knowing that if that man continued we would end up in a bar fight. Cathy was not known for her kindness to men who didn’t take rejection.
She was one of the strongest women I knew.
#Chapter2
“Oh like the prince? Or is it the King?”
Maria
We all piled into a cab on the way back to my place. Ada and Andrea tried to maintain a pleasant conversation while I brooded about my unfortunate situation. Cathy was her typical silent self. I could tell that all of my friends were concerned about me, but I didn’t understand why they were trying so hard. This wasn’t the first break-up I had endured in our many years of friendship.
When we got up to my apartment we had to have a long talk. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.” I hung my head in my hands.
“ Do what, hun?” Andrea asked me, looking concerned once again.
“ Go on like this. All of those guys just reminded me of John.”
“ It’ll be OK, baby.” Ada whispered.
“ No it won’t be. Every time I’ve dated it’s ended badly. It always ends up in heartbreak.”
“ It won’t always be that way.” Cathy finally spoke. “It will get better.”
“ None of us have found anything permanent yet.” Andrea butted in receiving a dirty look from Cathy. “It’ll be OK” She was blatantly ignoring Cathy’s dagger filled gaze.
“ You’ll find someone.”
“ That’s just it I don’t want to find someone forever, I just want to find someone for right now.”
“ There were plenty of guys in the bar.” The twins spoke in unison. It drove me crazy
“ Pretty good.” Nothing about this situation felt right.
“ Let’s dance.” He demanded.
I really didn’t want to, but I agreed. On the floor his hands were everywhere. It felt like I had to fight him off. John had always been like that, and it put me in protective mode before then. John always had wandering hands and it made me nervous when he did it. We danced through one song and then I politely excused myself.
I rejoined my friends who were enjoying another drink at the table. I sat down and picked up my drink. “I don’t like this.” I told my friends.
“ You should be having fun!” Andrea told announced. “C’mon girls. We’re heading to the dance floor.” Andrea grabbed my hand and led me to the floor again. We started to dance to one of my favorite Beyonce tracks. A couple of men tried to break into our group, but I didn’t really like any of them.
After I turned down the fifth guy in a row, Ada asked me about it. “I don’t want any of these guys,” I told her. I didn’t know what I wanted, but I definitely didn’t want anyone who reminded me of John.
“Do you want to go somewhere else?” Cathy was scowling a bit. “I know another place up the street.”
“ No, I’ll be OK I just don’t want to dance with these guys.” As I spoke I felt my phone buzz in my purse with a text message. Looking at the screen I saw a very familiar number. I didn’t even look at the message and placed it back in my purse.
“ Was that the bastard?” Ada butted into the conversation that was comprised of my thoughts and another man trying to hit on me.
“ Yeah.”
“ Do you want us to hurt him?” Andrea asked me with a gentle laughter.
“ I know a guy.” Cathy mentioned off hand. “We could take care of him.”
Coming from Cathy I was afraid that the threat was actually real. “He hurt himself enough. I don’t need to add anything to it. I just want to go home.”
“We’re not going home yet.” Ada informed me. “We’ve got to get you out of this funk. You need a rebound.”
“ I don’t need a rebound.” I was actually starting to pout and my friends were kind enough not to point it out.
After a few minutes of awkward silence we got to watch Cathy’s sharp tongue decimate a man who wouldn’t take no for an answer. It was, as always, an amazing sight. The girls finally decided that we should leave, knowing that if that man continued we would end up in a bar fight. Cathy was not known for her kindness to men who didn’t take rejection.
She was one of the strongest women I knew.
#Chapter2
“Oh like the prince? Or is it the King?”
Maria
We all piled into a cab on the way back to my place. Ada and Andrea tried to maintain a pleasant conversation while I brooded about my unfortunate situation. Cathy was her typical silent self. I could tell that all of my friends were concerned about me, but I didn’t understand why they were trying so hard. This wasn’t the first break-up I had endured in our many years of friendship.
When we got up to my apartment we had to have a long talk. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.” I hung my head in my hands.
“ Do what, hun?” Andrea asked me, looking concerned once again.
“ Go on like this. All of those guys just reminded me of John.”
“ It’ll be OK, baby.” Ada whispered.
“ No it won’t be. Every time I’ve dated it’s ended badly. It always ends up in heartbreak.”
“ It won’t always be that way.” Cathy finally spoke. “It will get better.”
“ None of us have found anything permanent yet.” Andrea butted in receiving a dirty look from Cathy. “It’ll be OK” She was blatantly ignoring Cathy’s dagger filled gaze.
“ You’ll find someone.”
“ That’s just it I don’t want to find someone forever, I just want to find someone for right now.”
“ There were plenty of guys in the bar.” The twins spoke in unison. It drove me crazy
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