Perfectly Unexpected - Finished

Chapter Two - Girl's Night

“He asked you out?” Jasmine squealed, standing between my couch and TV, blocking my view of the reality TV show we were watching. I had my feet propped up on my coffee table, fully in comfy clothes and hair a mess.

“I guess – I'm not sure. He just asked to get drinks. He and his wife are doing the whole open marriage thing and now she has a date that night and I think he just wants some company. I'm sure he doesn't openly talk about it to people and wouldn't have anyone else to ask who's in the know.” I explained, throwing a goldfish cracker into my mouth.

“You're telling me an insanely hot and successful lawyer has no other people to speak to? He could've asked a guy friend to come play video games but instead he asked you for drinks. I don't believe he hasn't had luck on dating sites, either. He's hot, he's successful... did I mention lawyer?” She said, waving her hands around like a crazy person. “He's interested in you!”

“I don't know how I feel about the whole, he has a wife and kid thing either. I don't know how it works, I don't know if it's a one time thing, or just casual, or does it get serious? Do I meet his kid? Do we have Uno nights?” I said, throwing my head back against my couch.

“You'd have to talk about those things... I think it's best to communicate.” She walks away to my kitchen, ruffles around in my cupboards before reemerging with a box of mac n cheese. “Why is THIS all you have in your kitchen?”

“Dude, I'm barely making rent. Don't judge me.” I said, tossing a goldfish cracker at her. She dodged it and pulled her phone out of her sweatpants pocket.

“I'm ordering take out delivery. You can't eat boxed mac n cheese like a 5 year old.” Jasmine said. I rolled my eyes at her. She made less money than me as an accountant, but had gone to a community college and had no debt. She also shared a three bedroom condo with two other roommates, so it was easier for her to afford everything.

“How is Daniel doing? You talk to him more than me these days.” I asked her. Daniel and I texted a lot, but it seemed to always be focused on me. He wasn't much of a talker.

“He's... okay, I think. The ex is still kind of taunting him. You remember their like, final fight right?”

“The one where they got the results back, found out he probably will never have kids, and she told him she couldn't be with someone who couldn't give her the one thing she wanted?” I said. In truth, they weren't happy before that. A happy marriage in that situation would have explored other options. She called it quits right then, leaving him to not only mourn their marriage, but children he now knew he could never have.

“Yeah. She keeps texting him that she misses him for like 3 months, I know he told you about that. Then he finds out on f*******: that she was newly pregnant with a brand new boyfriend, three months after their divorce! He was crushed and now I think that it's been a few months since he found out, he's doing better. I don't know how he's going to be when she has the baby though.” Jasmine told me. We both leaned back and sat in silence. He and I had talked about all of this and I agreed he was doing better. I felt bad for not inviting him over, but wasn't sure how he'd feel about one of our crew dating. We all bonded over being single.

The food delivery got there, and Jasmine and I ate on the coffee table. We chatted and gossiped about work. She told me about a recent hook up, which was her thing. She liked to have random one-night stands and not commit to anyone. I preferred just not to deal with anyone.

I had dated my high school sweetheart until I was 23. We had a small apartment back in my home town in Missouri. We had been dating for five years, and I was very much in love. One day, I came home to a note saying it was over unexpectedly and all of his things were gone. I was blocked on all social media and if I saw him in town, he ignored me. That's when I decided to move to Seattle for school. My parents were crushed and it was hard, but I was happy with my decision. Getting over him took over a year and I felt hurt and desperate for the entire time. I didn't want to put myself through that again. 

“Soooo are you going to talk to Sam tomorrow?” Jasmine asked, waggling her eyebrows and looking for her shoes to leave.

“Yeah, I guess I should.” I said.

“Yeah, do it. Keep me posted. See you tomorrow.” She said.

I was nervous, and if it hadn't been for the night out before, I wouldn't have been able to get any sleep.