Bistro 618, 7:59

She’s late.  Almost thirty minutes.  She’s late and it’s something I would never, ever expect from her.  My water has been refilled twice already and I’m not a big water drinker.  I assumed about fifteen minutes ago that she had stood me up.  I assumed she wanted a good laugh, claimed she’d come out to eat with me just to make me sit here and look like a fool.  I figured she was outside with Meredith in a concealed car laughing her ass off and both of them talking about how men were scum.  But then she called, said she was sorry and she would be here as soon as possible and then hung up.

I guess technically she could still stand me up, but something in her voice sounded rather annoyed and rushed on the phone.  It shouldn’t really worry me whether she comes or not.  It’s not like this is a date.  It’s just a casual dinner, where I can annoy the shit out of her and see those funny little faces she makes.  And well I have to admit that since the club, ever since we went to Suede I’ve found her, well, attractive.  But I don’t like her, I would never, ever (and I mean ever) want to have a relationship with her.  She’s way too uptight and snotty for me, but you could say I’m interested in her.  I just want to get to know her a little better.

Actually, what I’m looking for is a distraction.  Elisha called me again, about two fucking seconds after Justin went to bed last night after he spent all evening sobbing to me.  Well, he wasn’t crying he just, he was pissed off at himself and miserable and he had a damn good reason to.  Meredith’s a good girl and he blew it.  But anyway, Elisha called and started saying crazy shit.  She just wanted to talk, and said she was reminded of me and missed me and want to see how I was doing.

What the hell is that bull shit?

Of course, then I find out her and her boyfriend had this big fight.  So she calls me thinking that’ll make it better.  I cussed her out on the phone. And it was mean and it was wrong, but it felt damn good.  Maybe she’ll stop calling.  I mean, I don’t call her at all.  It’s like she broke up with me but still wants me to need her and be there in the distance just in case.  That’s pathetic.  And I’m getting to the point where I want nothing to do with her.  Before I kind of hoped for a phone call, but now it’s just getting annoying.  Now, maybe, finally now I’m ready to move on. 

And having dinner with Courtney is a step in that direction.  God, I’m not saying I’m gonna go out and marry her, but it’s been a long time since I’ve been alone in female company that wasn’t a family member.  And it’ll be good for work too since Justin and Meredith are together and we’ll be forced to spend so much time together.

Well, they aren’t together right now.  Actually, tonight is less about getting to know Courtney better and more about me trying to get Justin to stop moping around the condo.  It’s all he’s done all day and all yesterday.  In fact Courtney and I were supposed to go out last night, but she called, told me Meredith needed her and we rescheduled.  I just hope she’s not wearing khakis.

I actually have to wonder if she’s gonna take any of this out on me.  None of it is my fault, but I can see her stomping in here, throwing water on me and saying something stupid like, “Tell your client that was from my client.”  And she’d walk away all hot and pissed off.

Ok, she’s not hot.  She’s cute, decent.  Well, she’s kind of hot when she’s dressed up.  Kind of.  Like, I mean, she’s pretty.  It’s not like she’s ugly or anything.  But she’s not hot. 

Oh fuck.

Yes she is.

She’s not wearing khakis.  No, she has on heels, high heels, and a pretty tight black skirt and this top that is classy and yet, at the same time sexy as hell.  What the fuck?  This is khakis girl. She’s not supposed to look good!  She should have let me pick her up.  I asked her if I could.  I thought that would be better than me having to wait at a restaurant for her.  I really wanted to go in and see Mere and see how she was doing and see if she was even considering talking to Justin again so I’d know where he stood and could tell him and make my life easier.  But she said that was too much like a date, that me coming to their beach house in a hot sports car (I don’t know how she knew I wanted to drive Justin’s Porsche that we had sent down from Orlando) would be too presumptuous.  This, according to her, should be viewed as a business meeting, work related, nothing more.

Which really doesn’t help that fantasy I’ve had since I was seventeen about some uptight office chick giving me a blow job on a copy machine. 

She saunters towards the back of the restaurant where I’m standing to show her where I am and rolls her eyes at me.  “This isn’t a date, Trace.  I should have known when you said the word Bistro that you were just trying to get in my pants.”

I sit down after she plops down and blows a strand of hair out of her face.  She has her hair down and it’s pretty and looks soft.  I lean across the table and say in a low voice, “Well if this isn’t a date, dearest, why the hell are you dressed like it.”

She smiles and sits back.  Then she narrows her eyes and says with a biting attitude.   “I felt like getting pretty.”

“Ya know, this is supposed to be a decent night.  What’s with the attitude?”

She leans forward and glares. “What the hell is up with your client?”

I know she’s not about to blame this all on me.  Oh, but she is.  And I scoff and roll my eyes at her.  I know it’s childish and I hate doing it and hate when people do it to me.  But her ‘I think I’m mature’ actions which in reality are rather childish just make me crazy and turn me psychotic and I start acting just like her.  I know, it’s pathetic.  “Just cause Justin got high and his little evil personality came through doesn’t mean you can blame at me.  I had nothing to do with it.  I wasn’t even there.”

She shakes her head, but for the first time I see a bit of concern and not just bitchy attitude come across.  “She’s a wreck, Trace.”

“So is he.”

“It’s his fault!”

Bitchy attitude is back and I laugh and shake my head.  Why would I assume otherwise?  “He’s well aware.”

Just then a cute, short, blonde girl comes up.  She’s the one that’s asked me if I’d like something other than water about three times already.  She smiles at me and then Courtney, “Good evening, my name is Melanie.  Have you had a chance-“

Courtney cuts her off and I just stare.  “We’re gonna need a few minutes.”  A look of shock crosses the waitresses face and then she smiles and nods and says “sure” before running off. 

I just stare at her for a moment then finally say, “Well that was rude.”

She shrugs and waves her hand.  “I haven’t even been sitting here for five seconds, so yeah right I’ve had a chance to look at anything.  And plus I use to wait tables, she should get my drink order first.”

I just swallow this lump that’s formed in my throat.  Ok, so I kind of like getting under her skin but I was hoping it would be pleasant and all in good fun, not this insane attitude that she was showing in New York.  Every now and then it would drop and I’d get to see that she, in fact, knew how to smile and laugh.  And I liked that side, at least for the total of ten minutes that it was around.  Damn, this woman is frustrating enough for me to want to tear my own dick off.  Fuck!  I sigh and realize I should just stop whatever it is I’m doing to make her mad. 

“Well I’m paying, so get whatever you want,” I say, trying to be a gentleman.

She gives me a blank stare. “You’re not paying.”

I sigh.  Come on lady!  I’m trying to be nice and of course it just pisses her off more.  I lean forward and grit out to her.  “Don’t even think about pulling out that feminist bull shit on me.”

“This is not a date, Trace.”

Of course it’s not.  I know that.  I just got excited with having a nice evening and a nice dinner and hell, she’s the one wearing a low cut top and a skirt and has eye makeup on and shit.  I shrug.  I’m just in jeans and a shirt.  “I owe you for getting you in trouble with your boss, remember?”

Amazingly she laughs to herself and shakes her head.  “I’m not really mad at you about that anymore.”

“Really?”

“You were right.”  Am I hearing things?  This girl has to be bi-polar or something.  She was just biting my head off and now is saying I’m right about something.  “I don’t know what Angie was doing, but she said she was gonna do all the scheduling from now on.  And Meredith and I have sort of, well, we’ve started to get a long a little better.  I mean, she annoyed the shit out of me all last week getting this planned.  She just threw it on me at the last minute, just four days ago she told me that she wanted to come here and surprise him.  So then I have to bust my ass and find her a beach house and about half of the ones that I wanted to booked she didn’t like.  I hated that I had to play the celebrity card to get into the one we got.”

“That’s what you do in this business.  And I’m glad you guys are getting along.  It’ll make life so much easier for you.”

“Yeah, well, she took me shopping the day we got back from promo in New York.  Did she want to sleep?  No.  Did she want to go to her new house? No.  Did she let me go to my vacant brand new apartment I hadn’t even seen yet?  No.  We went straight to shopping and did it for hours until photographers came out and she wanted to get something to eat.  And then I spent the rest of the night helping her decorate her new house.  She’s been in there for two months and it still looks like she’s not even living there, yet.  But we made a big improvement.”

I smile at her.  She rambles.  She never seemed like the random type to me.  Rambling is what Meredith does and girls like her, girls who get excited about things and like to talk, bubbly girls with tons of personality.  Not stuffy, priss pots like Courtney.  And yet, here she is, surprising me again.

“And you loved every minute of it,” I say.  “Don’t deny it.”

She smiles.  She should do it more often.  “When she’s just being her normal self she’s not that bad of a girl.  She’s kind of fun.”

“Fun?  You had fun!”

“Shut up.” She laughs and playfully sticks her tongue at me.  I like this playful Courtney.  Dare I say, sexy Courtney.

“So, you gonna need any help moving into your new place?”

“I’m pretty much already moved.  I got one of those places with the furniture already in it.  It’s just a small condo close to the hills.  Plus, I think after tonight I might never see you again except on rare, awkward occasions.”

I stare.  She’s laughing but not really being sexy anymore.  She’s laughing like she’s happy about it.  Well fuck that, I’m glad I won’t get to see her either.  Wait, why won’t I get to see her?  “And why is that?  You quitting?”

“Meredith never wants to see Justin again.”

I shake my head and lean forward.  “She’ll change her mind.”

“She had her heart broken, Trace.  You don’t just recover from that.”

I take a sip of water, debate whether to say it and finally let it spill out. “Experience?”

“Maybe, hasn’t everyone?”

“Yeah, but I know that girl likes him too much not to give him a second chance.  Or least to let him explain himself.”

“What does he have to explain?” She shakes her head and leans in to talk in a quieter voice.  I try not to stare at her cleavage but, well I’m staring at her cleavage.  “He was doing drugs and hanging out with these girls and letting them hang all over him.  That’s what she said.  She said she slipped into the studio because she wanted to surprise him and everyone was talking about how some girl was pretending something was Justin’s penis.”

I run a hand over my face.  He told me everything, every detail, though I’m surprised it could remember it as well as he did.  He said he thought she came in after all that, but he was wrong and it’s gonna be harder for him to get himself out of this if she was there when they were throwing that Shauna girl on him.  “Shit, he hoped that she hadn’t been there to hear that part.”

“Ya know, I hear rumors and I always hate to believe them.  But I have to ask, is he really a player?”

“Justin?”  I laugh.  Of course, she’d think that.  “Girl, Justin is probably the most committed man I know.  When he’s not dating anyone he’ll play the field.  In the past, especially after relationships end for him, he’ll go in bachelor mode and just go find some random girls that are fine with only having one night.  But he doesn’t feel that way about Meredith.  She’s not random and he doesn’t want just one night.”

“Well, he made her feel like that.  She’s done nothing the past few days but sit in her room or shuffle to the kitchen and eat dry cereal.”

Man, they are meant to be. “That’s uncanny.  Exact same with him.”

“Well he should be upset!”  I stare at her.  She’s getting really upset and for someone who wanted to quit her job only a week ago because her “client” was so annoying, she really had grown attached to Mere fast to care this much.  I have to wonder if she really cares that much about Meredith, or if maybe, maybe this is bringing up bad memories for her. I open my mouth to ask.  Clearly, this girl needs someone to talk to.

“Are we ready?”  I clear my throat and look up at Courtney.  I see that she’s ready to make some smart and uncalled for comment to the waitress, so I pick up both our menus and hand them to the girl.  I was able to memorize the fucking thing while I was waiting for her to come. 

I laugh.  “She’s not even looked at the menu yet, so I’m going to order for us.”  Courtney’s mouth drops and I ignore her.  “I’m gonna have the tenderloin, medium rare, and she’ll have the balsamic chicken.  I’ll stick with water and she’ll have a glass of the best Crianza you have.”

She smiles at me, nods and walks away.  I don’t say anything and just sit there and sip on my water as Courtney stares me down.  She’s funny actually, a funny girl who gets worked up over the silliest of things.  It’s charming oddly enough.

“First of all…”  She says slowly, counting on her fingers.  Oh, this oughta be good.  “I’m pissed you just ordered for me.  Second of all, you are very presumptuous. How do you know I eat meat?”

“I don’t.  But if you don’t you should really think about starting.”

She just glares.  “Thirdly, how do you know I drink wine?”

“Wild guess,” I shrug.

“And fourthly, how is mister Jack Daniels and Coors only drinking water, and how do you know about wine…”

I suck in a breath and shake my head while stifling the urge to laugh at her.  “A lot of questions there, Court…”

“Just answer.” Her eyes narrow slightly.  They’re brown and deep and she looks really good with that eye make up on.  Why won’t she dress up like this all the time? She’s not ugly in those khakis pants and pony tail, she’s just not this fine.  Ok dammit!  I admit it.  She’s fucking hot as shit tonight.   And, and she’s not supposed to be. And it’s kind of frustrating me and pissing me off.  Why did she get dressed up? I mean, I know she doesn’t like me.  Maybe a little, but in that way that you start to like someone you hate.  That really childish way. 

I take in a breath.  This is anoying me.  “Well, I’m sorry you’re pissed and the meat thing, well, if you really are a vegetarian I’ll flag down the lady and order you a stick of celery or something.  The wine thing, I don’t know.  Most girls like wine.  I hate it.  Ok, I don’t hate it, I’ll drink it if it’s the only thing around and I wanna get drunk, but I’d rather have Jack or a beer any day.  Justin’s mom and dad love wine so I have to order a lot for him for gifts and things.  Her favorite is Rioja and I know Crianza is a term for how Rioja is aged or something.  I was just trying to fucking sound smart, ok?”

Her lips turn up in a smile and she purses them a little and leans back.  “Why are you so frustrated?”

I can’t help it.  I fucking pout. “’Cause you’re making me look stupid!”

The girl comes out with her glass of wine and Courtney sips on in and makes a little moaning noise. 

Fuckin’…

I look away and take a breath.  This isn’t good.  What the hell was I thinking asking her out like this?  Trouble I tell you.  This girl is fucking trouble. 

“And why aren’t you drinking?  I’m sure they have beer.”

“I promised Justin I’d get drunk with him tonight and well, I just, just shut up!”

She giggles and sips on her wine some more.  “God, you’re testy.”

“Just stop smiling at me!”

“Why?”  I glare at her.  She knows what she’s doing.  They all do.  Fucking women.  She leans forward and uses her arms to push her boobs together.  I glare at her.  We’re adults.  If she wants me she should just say so.  Teasing is childish and, and I don’t like it.  And she should fucking stop.  “So…”  She runs her finger over the rim of her glass and then sucks the tip of her finger a bit. 

I’m usually a really cool and calm guy.  Girls tease and I can dish it right back.  Even if I know their full of shit like this one, I can just dish it back or call them on it and its cool.  But this girl…this woman has done something and I don’t like it.  She’s made me jittery.  So jittery that I don’t notice that my leg is bobbing up and down until I notice the table shaking a bit because my foot is on the leg of the table.  Fucking ridiculous.  I should have taken her to bloody Ruby Tuesday’s or some common shit like that.  Someplace she wouldn’t be all voodoo spell on me. “Since I’ve put you in such a foul mood, why don’t we take the subject away from us and onto business?  My client is depressed as all hell and if you and your client have some miraculous way to make her happy and make up for the horrible things your client did then I’d like to hear it.”

I suck in a breath.  So maybe she’s not a complete voodoo witch. “Just let him talk to her.  I promise you that’s all he’ll need and she’ll be happy again and so will he.”

“You make her seem easy, like the fact he called her a bitch and told her she was stupid and made her feel horrible can just be washed away if he comes and sees her.”

“You really don’t know her that well, do you?”

She leans forward again.  I don’t look this time, so I won’t get caught looking at her fantastic...tits.  I watch this old man eating dinner with his daughter.  At least I hope it’s his daughter.  I continue to look away as she says, “Well then tell me about her.  God, you might have known her longer than I have, but I think I’ve spent more time with her than you.  And I’m a woman, I know how I would feel if I were her.”

I turn back to her and say rather bluntly, “Meredith is in love with Justin.”  It’s the truth, or if it hasn’t happened yet, it will.  I tell you, when that girl walked in that studio and her and Justin met, well there was something there, on both parts.  And as the day wore on I knew that look that they were giving each other.  It was a look I use to see a lot when Elisha and I first started getting serious.  Meredith fell fast and I know Justin did too, though he’s been through enough emotional shit in his life that he’s become really good at purposefully ignoring or acknowledging any feelings. 

“How the hell would you know that?  It’s a crush, Trace.  She acted on it and he acted back and then he fucked up.”

“You think I’m clueless when it comes to relationships, don’t you?”

She rolls her eyes at me again.  I want to tell her to stop.  I want to tell her she’s prettier when she doesn’t do it.  But then she’d probably smack me.  “You’re a player, Trace.  You proved that to me when we went out.”

“Right…”  I love how she puts roles on everyone and assumes she knows someone on a first impulse.  If she wants to know the truth, the player thing that she’s assuming is from the way I acted at the club and the only reason I acted that way was to make her jealous.  When I saw it didn’t work and instead made her laugh, I figured it was better to make her laugh than to make her yell and bitch at me.  So I kept it up.  Yeah, so I’ve partied with girls.  I’ve had fucking one night stands.  But I’m not a player.  Far from it. 

I shake my head and sarcastically say, “That’s me, the player.”

“What?”

I sigh and lean forward.  I’m tried of talking about ourselves.  I just want to get over this dinner and get back home and get drunk as hell with Justin and listen to him moan about Meredith while I pass out.  Why can’t I do that?  Why do I have to be here with her, looking at me like that?  “Look, they at least need to talk.  You’re right she’ll probably kick him in the balls and tell him to go fuck off and then she’ll be happy and he’ll get what he deserves.  But at least give her the opportunity to do that.”

“If he shows up with flowers or chocolates or anything pathetically cliché like then I’m gonna punch him myself.  And don’t think he can just come in with a gift and woo her back.  She’s not like that.  She likes to shop but she’s not materialistic.  A diamond necklace or a car isn’t gonna get her back.”

“Please Courtney, they’ve only been dating a week.”

She fake laughs and leans back to stare at me.  “So she’s not worth a car?”

I really hate women sometimes.  Only they would turn something around like that.

“You’re ridiculous.  So you might know more about Meredith than I thought, but you know nothing about Justin or about how he acts and reacts.  He won’t admit to himself, or you, or me or anyone but he’s gone for that girl, off the deep end Court.  And if he fixes this, him and Meredith are gonna be a couple for a while unless one of them does something stupid.”

“Like call the other one a bitch while being high and doing coke.”

“He wasn’t doing coke.”

“How would you know?”

“’Cause Justin and I are best friends Courtney!  There’s nothing for each other to be ashamed of.  We tell each other everything.  As gay as that sounds, it’s the truth.  He was high and Justin, if he’s not careful, can get very irrational when he’s high.”

“Then maybe he shouldn’t be getting high.”

I laugh.  I start wondering if she’s ever been high.  I wonder if she’d ever try it.  Hmm… “You need to relax, you’re one of those D.A.R.E. people, aren’t you?”

“I’m not a goody goody and I’m not naïve about that stuff, but if him getting high makes him act like that then maybe he should seriously rethink doing it.”

“It’s not always like that.”

“I don’t care, Trace.  He ruined Meredith’s little vacation. And hell, mine too.  I don’t have anyone to go lay out with now, or go shop with, and she’s needed me to be a shoulder the past two days and that’s fine.   I feel bad for her, but damn...it sucks ass when I’m in Miami and we’re having great weather and I have to be around a moping pop star 24/7.”

I bite my lip and watch her run a hand through her hair and drink some more wine.  “I’ll hang out with you,” I offer. 

She stares at me and then shakes her head, smiling.  “No thanks.”

I look down at the table and then back at her.  She let me down easy but it still kind of hurt.  So what if we fight all the time.  At least its company.  At least she wouldn’t have to be alone.  “What’s so bad about me?”

She keeps staring and then her face softens and she slouches a bit.  “Aww, Trace…”  She starts to lean forward to grab my hand or something and do that fake thing you see on TV.  You know, the whole “aww I like you too, but just as a friend” thing.  Fucking gag me bitch! I wasn’t talking about that.

“Don’t even start that bull shit.  I don’t like you or have a crush on you or whatever you assume.”  I glare at her.  She’s starting to piss me off now.  “I just, I’m trying to get to know you.  That’s it.  When you don’t have this attitude you’re kind of cool, but ya know what?  I retract my offer, you’re right, we shouldn’t hang out.  I wouldn’t have fun with you anyway.”

Ok, maybe I went a little over the top with the attitude on that one cause now she’s sitting back in her seat looking away from me.  For most of the night she’s looked me dead on.  Now she’s eyeing her fork and biting her lip. “Look, I’m sorry.  I’m…”

“What?”

She sighs, looks up at me for a moment and then back down at the fork.  “I’m really cautious with guys, ok?  Friends, more than friends, co workers, acquaintances, anything.  So, sorry if I come off bitchy to you.”

“I’m pretty cautious with women myself.  In fact this is the first date type thing that I’ve been on in half a year.  And before you say anything I’m very aware this isn’t a date.”

“Really?”

“But I’m a player, right?  I’m too cocky to wine and dine.  Right?  I just like to fuck.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Yes you did.” Now I roll my eyes and I sit back, tired of this conversation, of this company, ready to drown that bottle of Jack when I get home.  Ya know, maybe Meredith won’t take him back.  Justin will be miserable for a while, but he’ll get over it and I’ll never have to deal with this woman again.  I cross my arms and let out a deep sigh. That would never happen.

“Maybe I should go.” I glance at her and she’s just staring at me.  She looks shocked and maybe there’s a little confusion and hurt in there, too.  I don’t know why.  Girl is confusing the hell out of me.  I thought she knew was the hell was going on.  I don’t say anything, and the next thing I know she’s grabbing her purse off her chair.  The horrible sound of chair legs scraping against hard wood floor echoes in my ears and she’s standing up looking down at me.

“Sit down.”

“Excuse me.” She glares for a moment and I just look at her.  I can’t say anything but I look at her and plead with her to sit down and talk to me.  This is insane how we’re acting and I think I’m staring to realize why. 

“Please…”  I say.

She plops down again and huffs.  “What?”

“I don’t mean to be an ass.  I don’t mean to make you this upset or frustrated or whatever it is that I do that makes you this way.  So, sorry for that.  But I’m not gonna sit here and act like our fights are just my fault.”

“Ok.”  She nods and puts her purse back up and scoots her chair in a bit.  Her elbows rest on the table and she holds up her head with her palm.  “So what do we do?”

“Admit that there is tension between us and try to move on from it.”

Her eyebrows bunch.  “Tension?”

I lick my lips as she takes a rather hearty drink from her glass.  I’m clearly feeling the tension on my part and her seductive moves with the boob pushing and the wine glass molesting and the dress and all the fighting makes me thing that she’s feeling it, too.  So I lean in and whisper, “Sexual.”

She chokes a little against the wine glass and pulls it down and wipes at her mouth a bit with her fingers and then her napkin.  She coughs again and stares wide eyed at me.

Never thought I could shock this girl.  Kind of makes me smile.  Too bad it means I was wrong about what kind of tension there was. Or either, she was shocked to hear it ‘cause she knew it was true.  Oh shit, that’s what happened.

“Are you serious?”

I play it off as smooth as possible.  “Of course not.  I think we’re too alike in some ways and polar opposites in others and it’s just the wrong combination.  But I’m willing to sit here and have a nice dinner with you if you are willing to try and not argue about every little thing I do or say.”

“Ok.”

“Now first, do you think it’d be ok if Justin came over sometime tomorrow?”

She sighs, thinks for a moment and then nods.  “But if he makes her cry or if she yells at him to get out and he doesn’t, I will have Teddy kick him out.”

“I’ll pull him out of there myself if I have to.”

“Ok, well that’s settled.”

As if on cue, to keep us from staring at each other awkwardly and having to think up conversation that won’t make us fight, the food comes out.  The waitress puts both our plates down and I start think how starved I really am.  “Thank you.  It looks great,” I say to her.

“More wine, ma’am?”

I smile at Courtney who looks at me for approval.  Wow, that’s a chance of pace.  I laugh a little and say, “Just bring the bottle for her.”

The waitress laughs and Courtney leans forward and giggles a little when the girl leaves. “I’m not getting drunk and going home with you to have sex.”

I laugh back at her.  “I don’t want you to.  Just enjoy yourself.  I have to go home and mope with Justin tonight anyway.  Plus,” I look down at my steak and cut into it so I don’t have to look at her directly.  “I don’t wanna have sex with you.”

“Good,” I glance up and she’s looking at her food, too. “’Cause I don’t wanna have sex with you either.”

She glances up at me and I smile at her a little.

She fucking blushes and then looks back down at her food. 

So I was lying about the not wanting to have sex thing.  Yeah, pretty damn obvious that I would love to have sex with this woman.  I bet she’s fucking fantastic in bed.  I bet she’s the type that’d give me a blow job on a copier.  Just like my fantasy. And as I cut into my steak and bite down on it, perfectly cooked, perfectly seasoned, I know it was ok that I lied to her.  Maybe I should have been up front and told her bluntly how I was starting to feel about her.  I mean I don’t want commitment.  I don’t want plans and motives.  I’m over relationships.  I just need a distraction.

And Courtney, she’d be a great distraction as long as we could keep our fights to a minimum.  They give me a rush at times, but others times they give me a migraine.  But I’ll take the rush with the fights.