went for the door. He looked upset. Shit . Did he want more than today?
She pulled on her tank top and scuttled after him. “Nate, wait.”
“Nope. It’s cool. I can take a hint.” When he got to the front door he tipped an invisible hat. “Glad to be of service. Let me know if you ever need to get your pipes cleaned again Miss Townsend. I’ll make sure the company sends someone more capable of pleasing you.”
The door slammed again.
What just happened?
Betty was still sitting on her couch when Ang came in the apartment. Netflix popped up on the screen and asked if she was still watching. The subscription service was asking why she didn’t have a life. She could have had a life, but she’d decided to make a guy feel like shit after screwing him on the counter. More than that, she’d done it to Nate . He was part of her past, and so much of a part of who she was, she couldn’t wrap her head around them as more than a fantasy. She didn’t know him now. If she let history repeat itself, how long would it have taken her to recover this time? Betty had to convince herself that she’d done the right thing. Even if her stomach was in knots. But that could also be the junk food.
Ang plopped down next to the spot on the sofa beside Betty. “So…I hear you like to love ’em and leave ’em.”
“I thought he just wanted to finish what he started. He left without a word last time we had sex. I was trying to stop him from leaving with promises he wouldn’t follow through with. I didn’t think …”
Ang reached for the bag of chips on the coffee table and shoved a handful in her mouth. “You didn’t think he could possibly be interested in a relationship with you when you made it clear you wanted sex? For someone who claims to be so grown up and progressive, you’re pretty stupid when it comes to this kind of thing.”
Betty felt a blush rise to her cheeks. “He talked about it at your store?”
“He was moody. Even told a customer she should buy the dress she tried on, because it would be perfect for luring men into her clutches before telling them they were only good for sex.”
Betty’s mouth dropped open. “He said that to a customer?”
“Yup. Luckily the girl thought he was joking and took it as a complement.”
Betty grabbed the open bag of chocolate chips she’d been snacking on all day. “I waited this long to get another chance with Nate, and I shoved him out the door. But it felt like I was back in high school and I couldn’t get it out of my head that he’d leave again. I should give up on the whole relationship thing. I suck at it.”
Ang put down the chips and grabbed one of the grape sodas from the twelve pack Betty had sitting in a cooler next to the couch. “You sure know how to wallow, though.”
It paid to be prepared when working up to a good session of regret. “I’m going to sit here and gain five pounds tonight. Want to help?”
Ang shook her head. “Normally, I’d be down, but you need to get dressed and go fix your mess of a face instead of covering it in chocolate.”
“What is there to fix it for? I just ran off the guy I’d been pining for for over a decade.”
“And who’s fault is that?” Ang paused the Supernatural episode.
Betty slumped down on the couch and used her boobs to hold up the Nutella jar. “I suck at being in relationships.”
“You suck at recognizing the potential in a new one.”
“Thanks.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t fix it.”
“Can’t we wallow tonight and talk about how much I suck tomorrow?”
Ang eyed her before re-starting the show on their television. “You have one more episode to wallow. Then you have to get on decent clothes.”
“Why?”
“Because we are out of alcohol, and you and I are going out tonight. I’m done bringing people back to this place. I think this apartment is cursed.”
They ate snacks for dinner before putting on enough makeup to get into ladies’ night at their favorite bar.
She pulled on her tank top and scuttled after him. “Nate, wait.”
“Nope. It’s cool. I can take a hint.” When he got to the front door he tipped an invisible hat. “Glad to be of service. Let me know if you ever need to get your pipes cleaned again Miss Townsend. I’ll make sure the company sends someone more capable of pleasing you.”
The door slammed again.
What just happened?
Betty was still sitting on her couch when Ang came in the apartment. Netflix popped up on the screen and asked if she was still watching. The subscription service was asking why she didn’t have a life. She could have had a life, but she’d decided to make a guy feel like shit after screwing him on the counter. More than that, she’d done it to Nate . He was part of her past, and so much of a part of who she was, she couldn’t wrap her head around them as more than a fantasy. She didn’t know him now. If she let history repeat itself, how long would it have taken her to recover this time? Betty had to convince herself that she’d done the right thing. Even if her stomach was in knots. But that could also be the junk food.
Ang plopped down next to the spot on the sofa beside Betty. “So…I hear you like to love ’em and leave ’em.”
“I thought he just wanted to finish what he started. He left without a word last time we had sex. I was trying to stop him from leaving with promises he wouldn’t follow through with. I didn’t think …”
Ang reached for the bag of chips on the coffee table and shoved a handful in her mouth. “You didn’t think he could possibly be interested in a relationship with you when you made it clear you wanted sex? For someone who claims to be so grown up and progressive, you’re pretty stupid when it comes to this kind of thing.”
Betty felt a blush rise to her cheeks. “He talked about it at your store?”
“He was moody. Even told a customer she should buy the dress she tried on, because it would be perfect for luring men into her clutches before telling them they were only good for sex.”
Betty’s mouth dropped open. “He said that to a customer?”
“Yup. Luckily the girl thought he was joking and took it as a complement.”
Betty grabbed the open bag of chocolate chips she’d been snacking on all day. “I waited this long to get another chance with Nate, and I shoved him out the door. But it felt like I was back in high school and I couldn’t get it out of my head that he’d leave again. I should give up on the whole relationship thing. I suck at it.”
Ang put down the chips and grabbed one of the grape sodas from the twelve pack Betty had sitting in a cooler next to the couch. “You sure know how to wallow, though.”
It paid to be prepared when working up to a good session of regret. “I’m going to sit here and gain five pounds tonight. Want to help?”
Ang shook her head. “Normally, I’d be down, but you need to get dressed and go fix your mess of a face instead of covering it in chocolate.”
“What is there to fix it for? I just ran off the guy I’d been pining for for over a decade.”
“And who’s fault is that?” Ang paused the Supernatural episode.
Betty slumped down on the couch and used her boobs to hold up the Nutella jar. “I suck at being in relationships.”
“You suck at recognizing the potential in a new one.”
“Thanks.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t fix it.”
“Can’t we wallow tonight and talk about how much I suck tomorrow?”
Ang eyed her before re-starting the show on their television. “You have one more episode to wallow. Then you have to get on decent clothes.”
“Why?”
“Because we are out of alcohol, and you and I are going out tonight. I’m done bringing people back to this place. I think this apartment is cursed.”
They ate snacks for dinner before putting on enough makeup to get into ladies’ night at their favorite bar.
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