So I replied, “We’ll see.”
“Which part?”
“The second part. Dinner. Sounds too committal.” Sounded like I needed to be committed to even consider it. I mean, I was trying to avoid past mistakes, and Dave was straight out of my past. Jeesh!
“Okay, okay,” he said. “Vacant lot. Dinner, maybe. We still on for me f*****g you tomorrow night, though?”
I giggled. Are thirty-five-year-old men supposed to do that? “Fine, but only because I f****d you first. Tit for tat.” Sounded like a lame justification, but how often do you get an offer to be f****d by Bradley Cooper?
He gave me the address. He told me to meet him there in thirty minutes. I got in my car and drove over, which took all of ten of those said thirty.
The lot sat on a cracked street a few blocks off the main road. There were a few
