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said last night about taking it too fast.”
“I was just being insecure,” she said, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. “Don’t pay any attention to me.”
We walked toward her apartment, holding hands, stopping every once in a while to make out.
Her apartment was on the sixth floor at the end of a long hallway. It was a big one-bedroom, at least twice the size of my dump. There was even a living room with a white couch, a coffee table, a rug, and some other expensive-looking furniture.
As soon we got inside and Janene turned on the light, I came up behind her, putting my hands around her waist, and started kissing the back of her neck and under her jaw. She stood there for a while, letting me go on, then she moved away.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she said. “It’s just...don’t you want to come inside for a tour first?”
“I figured you could give me the tour in the morning.”
I tried to put my arms around her again but she pushed me back and said, “I’m serious.”
She walked away into the living room.
“What’s the matter?” I said. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” she said. “It’s just...I don’t know...Forget it.”
“Hey, if you don’t feel comfortable with me here it’s no problem. I’d be happy to—”
“No, that’s not it,” she said. “Of course I want you to be here. It’s just, I was hoping we could sit down for a while, and talk and...I really have to go to the bathroom.”
“Are you sure nothing’s wrong?”
“No. Please. I’m sorry.”
I waited on the couch while she went into the bathroom. She was taking a long time. I wondered what I could have said or done to piss her off. There was a copy of House Beautiful on the coffee table and I started looking through it. Finally, she came out and said, “You want some tea?”
“I don’t drink tea,” I said.
“You want something else to drink? Coke, 7UP, water...?”
“I’m all right,” I said.
She turned on the stove, putting up water for tea, then she came back into the living room and sat next to me on the couch.
“I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting,” she said. “Really, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s not you, it’s me. It’s just...”
“What? Come on, you can tell me.”
My hand was on her thigh.
“Well, it’s this, what you’re doing now—holding my hand. Touching me. Why weren’t you like this before at the bar?”
“What do you mean?”
“I tried to hold your hand a couple of times, but you kept pulling away. I was just wondering—are you embarrassed about me or something?”
I laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“That’s a good one,” I said. “Embarrassed to be with a beautiful woman like you.”
“Well, that’s how it seemed .”
“I was proud to be with you,” I said. “I wanted to be all over you at the bar, but I didn’t know if you wanted me to. I mean I remembered what you’d said last night about how we might be going too fast and—”
“Are you being honest with me?”
“Of course I am. What are you talking about?”
“Never mind,” she said. “I told you I was the one with the problem, not you.”
We started making out. She had her hand on my leg when she said, “So you got a new wallet, huh?”
At first I had no idea what she was talking about. Luckily, I caught on fast.
“No, that’s the old one. I found it in my apartment. It turned out I didn’t lose it after all.”
“Well, that must’ve been a relief.”
“Shit,” I said. “I didn’t have a chance to hit the bank before work to take your money out. But I could go out right now if you want me to?”
“No, it’s okay,” she said.
“You sure?” I said, knowing there was no way she’d send me out into the cold. “There’s an ATM a few blocks away, right?”
“Don’t be crazy, it’s freezing out,” she said. “Give it to me the next time we see each other or whenever. It’s no big deal.”
“I’m really sorry,” I
“I was just being insecure,” she said, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. “Don’t pay any attention to me.”
We walked toward her apartment, holding hands, stopping every once in a while to make out.
Her apartment was on the sixth floor at the end of a long hallway. It was a big one-bedroom, at least twice the size of my dump. There was even a living room with a white couch, a coffee table, a rug, and some other expensive-looking furniture.
As soon we got inside and Janene turned on the light, I came up behind her, putting my hands around her waist, and started kissing the back of her neck and under her jaw. She stood there for a while, letting me go on, then she moved away.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she said. “It’s just...don’t you want to come inside for a tour first?”
“I figured you could give me the tour in the morning.”
I tried to put my arms around her again but she pushed me back and said, “I’m serious.”
She walked away into the living room.
“What’s the matter?” I said. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” she said. “It’s just...I don’t know...Forget it.”
“Hey, if you don’t feel comfortable with me here it’s no problem. I’d be happy to—”
“No, that’s not it,” she said. “Of course I want you to be here. It’s just, I was hoping we could sit down for a while, and talk and...I really have to go to the bathroom.”
“Are you sure nothing’s wrong?”
“No. Please. I’m sorry.”
I waited on the couch while she went into the bathroom. She was taking a long time. I wondered what I could have said or done to piss her off. There was a copy of House Beautiful on the coffee table and I started looking through it. Finally, she came out and said, “You want some tea?”
“I don’t drink tea,” I said.
“You want something else to drink? Coke, 7UP, water...?”
“I’m all right,” I said.
She turned on the stove, putting up water for tea, then she came back into the living room and sat next to me on the couch.
“I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting,” she said. “Really, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s not you, it’s me. It’s just...”
“What? Come on, you can tell me.”
My hand was on her thigh.
“Well, it’s this, what you’re doing now—holding my hand. Touching me. Why weren’t you like this before at the bar?”
“What do you mean?”
“I tried to hold your hand a couple of times, but you kept pulling away. I was just wondering—are you embarrassed about me or something?”
I laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“That’s a good one,” I said. “Embarrassed to be with a beautiful woman like you.”
“Well, that’s how it seemed .”
“I was proud to be with you,” I said. “I wanted to be all over you at the bar, but I didn’t know if you wanted me to. I mean I remembered what you’d said last night about how we might be going too fast and—”
“Are you being honest with me?”
“Of course I am. What are you talking about?”
“Never mind,” she said. “I told you I was the one with the problem, not you.”
We started making out. She had her hand on my leg when she said, “So you got a new wallet, huh?”
At first I had no idea what she was talking about. Luckily, I caught on fast.
“No, that’s the old one. I found it in my apartment. It turned out I didn’t lose it after all.”
“Well, that must’ve been a relief.”
“Shit,” I said. “I didn’t have a chance to hit the bank before work to take your money out. But I could go out right now if you want me to?”
“No, it’s okay,” she said.
“You sure?” I said, knowing there was no way she’d send me out into the cold. “There’s an ATM a few blocks away, right?”
“Don’t be crazy, it’s freezing out,” she said. “Give it to me the next time we see each other or whenever. It’s no big deal.”
“I’m really sorry,” I
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