chance. I wasn't concerned about how I could get my dick wet if Ruby wasn't interested. No, for some odd reason I just found the girl fascinating.
She was crazy of course, utterly insane. One minute she was freaking out about us being 'related' and the next she was riding my dick like it was her favorite sport. She seemed to enjoy every tacky, touristy aspect of Paris but her favorite part of the trip was the cozy little family run cafes where we had breakfast every morning.
Ruby was talented too. She brought her sketchbook along and did a few quick drawings of passersby. I hadn't realized how amazing she was at art.
"Wow," I said when she showed me a drawing of an old man who had been feeding the birds across the street, "that's amazing. I can't believe you're not making more money out of this."
She rolled her eyes.
"Christ, not everything's about money. I do it cos I like it. If I make enough money to live, I'm happy," she said, looking over at the old man, "though I wish I had money to travel like you do. Everything is so different in Paris. Anything seems possible."
Her idealism was sweet. The two of us were practically the same age but I couldn't help but feel that we lived in different worlds. As soon as we stepped back on American soil I knew that things would be different. We picked up our suitcases and Ruby looked up at me, her eyes wide and earnest.
"You know we can't continue like we did in Paris, right? It just won't work here. It's not the same," she said. I sighed but agreed.
"If you're not comfortable with it then we won't do it," I said.
"So, what now?" she asked. I replied with the only thing I could think of.
"We move on."
Chapter Six
Ruby
Trisha was waiting for me at the apartment when I got home. I was jet lagged from the flight and sore from all of the crazy sex I had been having with Nate, but she didn't show me any pity.
"There you are!" she said, "Where the hell were you? You know I've been over every day since you stopped answering my calls? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Her eyes fell to my suitcase. Uh oh. Busted.
"You were on vacation? What the hell Ruby, you never go on vacation! I thought you were broke from all those doodles that you do instead of a real job," she said. I ignored the jab and unlocked my apartment door. I kind of wanted to slam the door in her face but I wasn't feeling that brave, so I let her in instead.
"So I took a little trip," I said, "No big deal. Drawing is a real job, by the way. But it doesn't matter."
"No, it really doesn't. Not when you left a perfectly good man in tears, broken hearted when he was willing to give up everything to be with you," she folded her arms and gave me a look reminiscent of my mother when I did something bad as a child, "What on earth is wrong with you, Ruby? Are you crazy? I'm trying to understand your point of view but I just can't."
In all our years of forced play dates and, in more recent times, forced double dates and terrible nights out, Trisha had never understood my point of view. This was the first time she had ever seemed interested in understanding, so I tried to explain to her how I felt.
"Jeff isn't right for me," I said, as gently as I could, "and I appreciate that you're worried about me, but honestly I'd rather be single forever than be in an unhappy marriage. That's just me."
Trisha bit her lip. I could see that she still didn't understand, though she really was trying.
"OK. Don't marry Jeff then, if that's what makes you happy," she said, "I just wish I understood you better. What will make you happy, Ruby?"
I didn't know.
Maybe I did know, and I didn't want to admit it. Neither answer was good enough so I chose to stay silent. Trisha gave a sigh of defeat and tossed me a cloth tote, filled to the brim with something.
"That's for you," she said. I looked inside.
"What is it?"
"All your gifts from the other
She was crazy of course, utterly insane. One minute she was freaking out about us being 'related' and the next she was riding my dick like it was her favorite sport. She seemed to enjoy every tacky, touristy aspect of Paris but her favorite part of the trip was the cozy little family run cafes where we had breakfast every morning.
Ruby was talented too. She brought her sketchbook along and did a few quick drawings of passersby. I hadn't realized how amazing she was at art.
"Wow," I said when she showed me a drawing of an old man who had been feeding the birds across the street, "that's amazing. I can't believe you're not making more money out of this."
She rolled her eyes.
"Christ, not everything's about money. I do it cos I like it. If I make enough money to live, I'm happy," she said, looking over at the old man, "though I wish I had money to travel like you do. Everything is so different in Paris. Anything seems possible."
Her idealism was sweet. The two of us were practically the same age but I couldn't help but feel that we lived in different worlds. As soon as we stepped back on American soil I knew that things would be different. We picked up our suitcases and Ruby looked up at me, her eyes wide and earnest.
"You know we can't continue like we did in Paris, right? It just won't work here. It's not the same," she said. I sighed but agreed.
"If you're not comfortable with it then we won't do it," I said.
"So, what now?" she asked. I replied with the only thing I could think of.
"We move on."
Chapter Six
Ruby
Trisha was waiting for me at the apartment when I got home. I was jet lagged from the flight and sore from all of the crazy sex I had been having with Nate, but she didn't show me any pity.
"There you are!" she said, "Where the hell were you? You know I've been over every day since you stopped answering my calls? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Her eyes fell to my suitcase. Uh oh. Busted.
"You were on vacation? What the hell Ruby, you never go on vacation! I thought you were broke from all those doodles that you do instead of a real job," she said. I ignored the jab and unlocked my apartment door. I kind of wanted to slam the door in her face but I wasn't feeling that brave, so I let her in instead.
"So I took a little trip," I said, "No big deal. Drawing is a real job, by the way. But it doesn't matter."
"No, it really doesn't. Not when you left a perfectly good man in tears, broken hearted when he was willing to give up everything to be with you," she folded her arms and gave me a look reminiscent of my mother when I did something bad as a child, "What on earth is wrong with you, Ruby? Are you crazy? I'm trying to understand your point of view but I just can't."
In all our years of forced play dates and, in more recent times, forced double dates and terrible nights out, Trisha had never understood my point of view. This was the first time she had ever seemed interested in understanding, so I tried to explain to her how I felt.
"Jeff isn't right for me," I said, as gently as I could, "and I appreciate that you're worried about me, but honestly I'd rather be single forever than be in an unhappy marriage. That's just me."
Trisha bit her lip. I could see that she still didn't understand, though she really was trying.
"OK. Don't marry Jeff then, if that's what makes you happy," she said, "I just wish I understood you better. What will make you happy, Ruby?"
I didn't know.
Maybe I did know, and I didn't want to admit it. Neither answer was good enough so I chose to stay silent. Trisha gave a sigh of defeat and tossed me a cloth tote, filled to the brim with something.
"That's for you," she said. I looked inside.
"What is it?"
"All your gifts from the other
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