so fired up right now,” KC said. “Can’t no man be messing with my Skylar!”
“I love it when you drink,” Skylar said to her. “Anyhow, the online thing isn’t all bad. It just depends on what you’re looking for, and when getting married and having kids isn’t priority number one, you can have a little more fun with it. I have some girlfriends in New York who are hell-bent on finding a husband, so they treat online dating like a full-time job. They’re basically managing a spreadsheet, trying to keep track of everyone.”
“Sounds exhausting,” Daphne said.
“I agree, but sometimes it’s a necessary evil if you don’t want to sleep alone, or if you want to procreate. So enough about my love life. What about you? What’s the story in Columbus? If you’re not online, how do you meet most of the men you go out with?” Skylar asked.
Daphne felt her neck get warm. She took a sip of water, then pretended to be looking at something on the beach.
Skylar and KC both turned their heads to follow her gaze.
“What are you staring at?” KC asked.
Daphne awkwardly pointed toward the ocean, which was barely visible in the moonlight. “Oh, I, um, I thought I saw a dolphin jumping.”
“For real?” Skylar squinted. “Your eyes really are good.”
“That’s an understatement,” KC said. “I can’t see anything out there.”
Daphne swallowed and looked at Skylar. “So getting back to the men in your rotation. What do they do for a living?”
Skylar set her glass down. “Kristoff’s a banker, Michael’s in pharmaceutical sales, Trevor’s an attorne y . . . and Antonio’s a bartender. I’ve learned that bartenders are usually a lot of fun to date because they have hilarious stories. Drunk people do funny things.”
“What are all their ages?” KC asked.
Skylar closed her eyes again to think. “Give me a minut e . . . oka y . . . Antonio’s twenty-seven, Michael’s thirty-three, Trevor’s thirty-nine, and Kristoff is forty-two.” She opened her eyes. “I think that’s right.”
KC whistled. “ Twenty-seven? Wowsa. That’s twenty-five years younger than my husband. A quarter century!”
Skylar shrugged. “What can I say? I don’t discriminate. Plus, you’re the one who said age is just a number, right?”
“I did say that,” KC said. “I guess I never really thought about it backward like that.”
The waiter returned to clear their plates, and after he was gone, KC picked up her drink and looked at Skylar. “The rotation thing sounds fun, but complicated. And maybe a little draining,” she said.
“All of those adjectives are accurate, but enough about me .” Skylar looked at KC. “I want to talk about you and Max again. How’s the sex? Do men get better at it in their fifties? Or does it, you know, start to wilt a little bit?”
Daphne felt her cheeks flush. “Don’t you think that’s a little personal?”
“No,” Skylar said without looking at her. “We’re in the inner circle here, no subject is off-limits. So how is it? Is he paying close attention to the aforementioned Cialis commercials?”
KC laughed. “ No . I have zero complaints in that department. Max is in great shape all the way around.”
“He must be to keep up with you,” Daphne said. “Although I don’t know if anyone could keep up with you.”
“How’s his business going?” Skylar asked.
“Fantastic! Commercial real estate is booming in LA right now, so they’re growing like gangbusters on the construction side. Jared’s been there since graduation, which Max is thrilled about. He doesn’t want to push, but it’s sort of his dream to groom his firstborn to take over the business when he retires.”
“What does Josh think about that? Is there any competition there?” Daphne asked. As an only child she’d always been curious about the sibling dynamic. Why were some adult siblings such close friends, while others rarely spoke to each other?
KC reached for her napkin.
“I love it when you drink,” Skylar said to her. “Anyhow, the online thing isn’t all bad. It just depends on what you’re looking for, and when getting married and having kids isn’t priority number one, you can have a little more fun with it. I have some girlfriends in New York who are hell-bent on finding a husband, so they treat online dating like a full-time job. They’re basically managing a spreadsheet, trying to keep track of everyone.”
“Sounds exhausting,” Daphne said.
“I agree, but sometimes it’s a necessary evil if you don’t want to sleep alone, or if you want to procreate. So enough about my love life. What about you? What’s the story in Columbus? If you’re not online, how do you meet most of the men you go out with?” Skylar asked.
Daphne felt her neck get warm. She took a sip of water, then pretended to be looking at something on the beach.
Skylar and KC both turned their heads to follow her gaze.
“What are you staring at?” KC asked.
Daphne awkwardly pointed toward the ocean, which was barely visible in the moonlight. “Oh, I, um, I thought I saw a dolphin jumping.”
“For real?” Skylar squinted. “Your eyes really are good.”
“That’s an understatement,” KC said. “I can’t see anything out there.”
Daphne swallowed and looked at Skylar. “So getting back to the men in your rotation. What do they do for a living?”
Skylar set her glass down. “Kristoff’s a banker, Michael’s in pharmaceutical sales, Trevor’s an attorne y . . . and Antonio’s a bartender. I’ve learned that bartenders are usually a lot of fun to date because they have hilarious stories. Drunk people do funny things.”
“What are all their ages?” KC asked.
Skylar closed her eyes again to think. “Give me a minut e . . . oka y . . . Antonio’s twenty-seven, Michael’s thirty-three, Trevor’s thirty-nine, and Kristoff is forty-two.” She opened her eyes. “I think that’s right.”
KC whistled. “ Twenty-seven? Wowsa. That’s twenty-five years younger than my husband. A quarter century!”
Skylar shrugged. “What can I say? I don’t discriminate. Plus, you’re the one who said age is just a number, right?”
“I did say that,” KC said. “I guess I never really thought about it backward like that.”
The waiter returned to clear their plates, and after he was gone, KC picked up her drink and looked at Skylar. “The rotation thing sounds fun, but complicated. And maybe a little draining,” she said.
“All of those adjectives are accurate, but enough about me .” Skylar looked at KC. “I want to talk about you and Max again. How’s the sex? Do men get better at it in their fifties? Or does it, you know, start to wilt a little bit?”
Daphne felt her cheeks flush. “Don’t you think that’s a little personal?”
“No,” Skylar said without looking at her. “We’re in the inner circle here, no subject is off-limits. So how is it? Is he paying close attention to the aforementioned Cialis commercials?”
KC laughed. “ No . I have zero complaints in that department. Max is in great shape all the way around.”
“He must be to keep up with you,” Daphne said. “Although I don’t know if anyone could keep up with you.”
“How’s his business going?” Skylar asked.
“Fantastic! Commercial real estate is booming in LA right now, so they’re growing like gangbusters on the construction side. Jared’s been there since graduation, which Max is thrilled about. He doesn’t want to push, but it’s sort of his dream to groom his firstborn to take over the business when he retires.”
“What does Josh think about that? Is there any competition there?” Daphne asked. As an only child she’d always been curious about the sibling dynamic. Why were some adult siblings such close friends, while others rarely spoke to each other?
KC reached for her napkin.
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