And I miss him. Most of the days I can’t get him out of my head. We’re supposed to be together. “Of course.” I turn my gaze away from him and roll my eyes so he doesn’t see me. It’s obviously time to end this…whatever, and leave. He’s gotten what he wants: advice about Darsey’s limp d**k problem. Following my eye-roll, I turn my head back in his direction and tell him, “I should really be going.”
The door opens to the cocktail bar and two handsome young men enter: both are blonds, in their mid-twenties, well-built. They look like actors. “I think I’ll stick around, have a few more drinks, and watch the show between the boys and the papas. You run along without me. Thanks for talking to me. You’re quite easy to share convo with.”
“Not a problem.” I don’t kiss his cheek goodbye. I don’t sh
