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fling.”
“So? What’s wrong with that? You deserve to get laid.”
“I really could stand to get a little somethin’-somethin’. I swear, I think it’s been years.”
“That’s a long, dry spell in the bedroom,” she said.
“Yeah, my sex life is on a downhill slide.”
She cocked a brow. “What sex life?”
“You’re right. It’s just...nonexistent. You think I’ll ever be able to get back on the horse again?”
“C’mon! It’ not rocket science, Morgan. It’s like riding a bicycle. You never really forget.”
“I can’t just go out and have a steamy affair.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m a mother now, and I have to think of my kids first. It’s irresponsible to think about stuff like that.”
“Nonsense,” she said, shaking her head. “You can date responsibly. Nobody said you have to go out and do every guy in town. Although, I don’t think anyone would blame you after such a long dry spell.”
I nudged her in the ribs, and she laughed. “I just...well, I guess I feel like I’m stuck. I’ve got cold feet, yet I’m longing for warmth. Just thinking about Forrest gives me the jitters. I don’t think I can handle someone like him.”
“Maybe you need to test-drive a starter car before you take off in the Ferrari.”
I laughed again. “You and your crazy analogies. But anyway, yeah, I’m afraid I’d crash a fine sports car like that.”
“Listen to you.”
“Remember when we went on that no-carb diet, avoiding bread for months?”
“Yeah, and then we were confronted by the almighty pepperoni pizza. I swear, we musta devoured the whole thing in ten minutes. Pizza had never tasted so good.”
“Well, once I have a hot, passionate night of pure lovemaking, I’m sure I’ll appreciate it more than I ever thought possible.”
“Exactly! I say it’s about time you go for the deep-dish, stuffed crust and all.”
I smiled and gave her a fist-bump. “I just have to wait for that special guy to come along. I’ve waited this long, so I don’t see why it would hurt to wait a little longer. Besides, I should probably be divorced before I officially date anybody.”
Alexis smiled. “Maybe...or maybe not.”
Chapter 11
I dialed Forrest’s phone number, and he picked up on the first ring.
“Hi, Megan,” he happily said.
“Hey, Forrest. What’s up?”
“It’s Foster.”
“Foster? I, uh...I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. I have sloppy handwriting.”
“Great, so we have at least one thing in common.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. You misread my name as well.”
“I did?”
“My name is Morgan, Morgan Tyler.”
“Oh. I’m such an idiot,” he said. “Why didn’t you correct me the other day?”
“Because...well, it really was no big deal.”
“Anyway, I’m glad you called.”
“I’m afraid I have bad news. I’m not gonna be able to go out with you on Wednesday. It’s just... I know it’s so cliché to say that it’s not you and it’s me, but I really am going through a rough patch right now, and it wouldn’t be fair to you to lead you on.”
“It’s strictly as friends, right? And if you’ve got some things going on...well, I’m a great listener.”
“Listen, I’ve got twin girls also,” I said, just putting it out there.
“Really? Well, that’s something else we have in common. I’ve got two girls myself. Shelia is seven, and Becky is eight.”
“Wow! My girls are around the same age.”
We made more small talk for a while, and I was amazed how much we really did have in common and at how easily he made me laugh.
Finally, I said, “Let’s make a date in the future, when things calm down here.”
“Sure. I’d love that,” he said, sounding disappointed and hopeful at the same time.
***
T he next morning, I dropped the kids off at school, then went to work. I settled down in my desk chair and began to tackle the Leaning Tower of Pisa that was my in-box.
Suddenly, rescuing me from a horribly messy spreadsheet, a
“So? What’s wrong with that? You deserve to get laid.”
“I really could stand to get a little somethin’-somethin’. I swear, I think it’s been years.”
“That’s a long, dry spell in the bedroom,” she said.
“Yeah, my sex life is on a downhill slide.”
She cocked a brow. “What sex life?”
“You’re right. It’s just...nonexistent. You think I’ll ever be able to get back on the horse again?”
“C’mon! It’ not rocket science, Morgan. It’s like riding a bicycle. You never really forget.”
“I can’t just go out and have a steamy affair.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m a mother now, and I have to think of my kids first. It’s irresponsible to think about stuff like that.”
“Nonsense,” she said, shaking her head. “You can date responsibly. Nobody said you have to go out and do every guy in town. Although, I don’t think anyone would blame you after such a long dry spell.”
I nudged her in the ribs, and she laughed. “I just...well, I guess I feel like I’m stuck. I’ve got cold feet, yet I’m longing for warmth. Just thinking about Forrest gives me the jitters. I don’t think I can handle someone like him.”
“Maybe you need to test-drive a starter car before you take off in the Ferrari.”
I laughed again. “You and your crazy analogies. But anyway, yeah, I’m afraid I’d crash a fine sports car like that.”
“Listen to you.”
“Remember when we went on that no-carb diet, avoiding bread for months?”
“Yeah, and then we were confronted by the almighty pepperoni pizza. I swear, we musta devoured the whole thing in ten minutes. Pizza had never tasted so good.”
“Well, once I have a hot, passionate night of pure lovemaking, I’m sure I’ll appreciate it more than I ever thought possible.”
“Exactly! I say it’s about time you go for the deep-dish, stuffed crust and all.”
I smiled and gave her a fist-bump. “I just have to wait for that special guy to come along. I’ve waited this long, so I don’t see why it would hurt to wait a little longer. Besides, I should probably be divorced before I officially date anybody.”
Alexis smiled. “Maybe...or maybe not.”
Chapter 11
I dialed Forrest’s phone number, and he picked up on the first ring.
“Hi, Megan,” he happily said.
“Hey, Forrest. What’s up?”
“It’s Foster.”
“Foster? I, uh...I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. I have sloppy handwriting.”
“Great, so we have at least one thing in common.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. You misread my name as well.”
“I did?”
“My name is Morgan, Morgan Tyler.”
“Oh. I’m such an idiot,” he said. “Why didn’t you correct me the other day?”
“Because...well, it really was no big deal.”
“Anyway, I’m glad you called.”
“I’m afraid I have bad news. I’m not gonna be able to go out with you on Wednesday. It’s just... I know it’s so cliché to say that it’s not you and it’s me, but I really am going through a rough patch right now, and it wouldn’t be fair to you to lead you on.”
“It’s strictly as friends, right? And if you’ve got some things going on...well, I’m a great listener.”
“Listen, I’ve got twin girls also,” I said, just putting it out there.
“Really? Well, that’s something else we have in common. I’ve got two girls myself. Shelia is seven, and Becky is eight.”
“Wow! My girls are around the same age.”
We made more small talk for a while, and I was amazed how much we really did have in common and at how easily he made me laugh.
Finally, I said, “Let’s make a date in the future, when things calm down here.”
“Sure. I’d love that,” he said, sounding disappointed and hopeful at the same time.
***
T he next morning, I dropped the kids off at school, then went to work. I settled down in my desk chair and began to tackle the Leaning Tower of Pisa that was my in-box.
Suddenly, rescuing me from a horribly messy spreadsheet, a
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