We gave him three days, three days to read all the information, digest it, and decide what he wanted to tell me. And yes, I knew how big a responsibility all that was, especially for someone who really didn’t know me all that well, who didn’t owe me anything, not even for free awesome black coffee. But what choice did I have?
And so, for three days I went to classes, didn’t have s*x with Todd—or not as much s*x with Todd, anyway—and waited on pins and needles, yet again, for the news. Pins and needles, by the way, don’t hurt any less the second time around. I’m not talking those thin acupuncture needles here; I’m talking fat, metal, rusty pins and needles. Get the picture?
Day three arrived. We all met back up at the house that night. Doug ordered pizza. My zits would be in greasy heaven
