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Authors: Claire Matthews
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Do:
1. Groceries—milk, broccoli, rice— no candy!
2. Shop for interview suit at Macy’s
3. Make appointment for cut/highlights
4. Stop thinking about Will
Seriously, I need to stop thinking about Will. We had a long talk on Monday at work, and he totally agreed with me when I told him our bus stop kiss was a huge mistake. I mean, we can’t screw around, we’re best friends. Certainly it was the alcohol that made us act so foolishly. And the excitement of Will’s tenure success. And the fact that both of us are without partners at the moment. I mean, let’s face it, we’re both probably just…horny.
So, that’s over and done, and it’s a huge relief. I mean it. I feel so much better now. So much better.
Then why can’t I stop thinking about him? It’s probably because I’m embarrassed. It kind of feels like the day I walked in on my brother while he was getting out of the shower. Well, strike that. It kind of feels like I walked in on my brother getting out of the shower and enjoyed it. Not my real brother, of course--I mean Will.
Well, shit, you know what I mean.
Anyway, the important thing is that I’m feeling much better about the whole situation. In fact, I’m not in the least bit nervous about seeing Will this afternoon—we’re going biking, and I really hit the jackpot at the sporting goods store this morning—I got some great biking shorts that actually have pads in the butt (I’m going to tell everyone they are for comfort, but I really bought them because I have a flat ass, and they make my booty look healthy); some super-cool biking gloves; more tanks; and some biking shoes with the clips that keep your feet on the pedals. I am going to look so dope (in the good way).
I’m getting ready to leave for the bike shop when the doorbell rings. I’m intrigued, because my doorbell never rings. I open the door and see Paul, looking delicious in a mossy green button-down and dark-wash jeans. It takes all my strength to hate him when he looks this good.
“Oh…hey.”
“Hey, Luce. Laurie called me earlier, we’ve got an offer on the condo. Have you got a second to sit down and look at it?” He waves a manila envelope in my face.
“Actually, I was just leaving.” Why is he dropping by without calling? I have a life, you know.
“Oh, well…” he stops himself, and I think he’s finally looking at me for the first time since I opened the door. “What, are you going biking or something?” There’s a hint of a smirk on his face. Okay, so it’s not that hard to hate him.
“Yes, as a matter of fact. Does that amuse you?”
“No, no…” he protests, but he’s grinning, damn him. “I think it’s great. Really.” He leans on his shoulder against the doorjamb, and I swallow hard. Keep it together, Luce.
“Why don’t I stop by your office tomorrow morning and we can have a look at the offer then?” I ask dismissively. I really want him to leave now, but it doesn’t look like he’s going any time soon.
“So what made you decide to take up biking? You never had any interest when we were together.”
“Sure I did,” I lie, shifting my weight from foot to foot. “I just…never had time when I was working on my dissertation. Now I do.”
He eyes me skeptically. “I’m doing a training ride tomorrow afternoon. Do you want to come along?”
Is he serious? “Umm, I think I’ll leave you and Langley to it,” I murmur, making no attempt to hide the distaste in my voice.
“Yeah, well…Langley and I aren’t training together anymore.”
What?
“Oh, really?” My tone is nonchalant. I will not ask, I will not ask, I will not ask—
“We’re not really doing anything together anymore. We didn’t work out as a couple. She was a little too intense for me.” He has the decency to look sheepish, but I hardly notice.
They aren’t together anymore? She was too intense for him? Who the hell is too intense for Paul? He makes most suicide bombers look relaxed.
After an
1. Groceries—milk, broccoli, rice— no candy!
2. Shop for interview suit at Macy’s
3. Make appointment for cut/highlights
4. Stop thinking about Will
Seriously, I need to stop thinking about Will. We had a long talk on Monday at work, and he totally agreed with me when I told him our bus stop kiss was a huge mistake. I mean, we can’t screw around, we’re best friends. Certainly it was the alcohol that made us act so foolishly. And the excitement of Will’s tenure success. And the fact that both of us are without partners at the moment. I mean, let’s face it, we’re both probably just…horny.
So, that’s over and done, and it’s a huge relief. I mean it. I feel so much better now. So much better.
Then why can’t I stop thinking about him? It’s probably because I’m embarrassed. It kind of feels like the day I walked in on my brother while he was getting out of the shower. Well, strike that. It kind of feels like I walked in on my brother getting out of the shower and enjoyed it. Not my real brother, of course--I mean Will.
Well, shit, you know what I mean.
Anyway, the important thing is that I’m feeling much better about the whole situation. In fact, I’m not in the least bit nervous about seeing Will this afternoon—we’re going biking, and I really hit the jackpot at the sporting goods store this morning—I got some great biking shorts that actually have pads in the butt (I’m going to tell everyone they are for comfort, but I really bought them because I have a flat ass, and they make my booty look healthy); some super-cool biking gloves; more tanks; and some biking shoes with the clips that keep your feet on the pedals. I am going to look so dope (in the good way).
I’m getting ready to leave for the bike shop when the doorbell rings. I’m intrigued, because my doorbell never rings. I open the door and see Paul, looking delicious in a mossy green button-down and dark-wash jeans. It takes all my strength to hate him when he looks this good.
“Oh…hey.”
“Hey, Luce. Laurie called me earlier, we’ve got an offer on the condo. Have you got a second to sit down and look at it?” He waves a manila envelope in my face.
“Actually, I was just leaving.” Why is he dropping by without calling? I have a life, you know.
“Oh, well…” he stops himself, and I think he’s finally looking at me for the first time since I opened the door. “What, are you going biking or something?” There’s a hint of a smirk on his face. Okay, so it’s not that hard to hate him.
“Yes, as a matter of fact. Does that amuse you?”
“No, no…” he protests, but he’s grinning, damn him. “I think it’s great. Really.” He leans on his shoulder against the doorjamb, and I swallow hard. Keep it together, Luce.
“Why don’t I stop by your office tomorrow morning and we can have a look at the offer then?” I ask dismissively. I really want him to leave now, but it doesn’t look like he’s going any time soon.
“So what made you decide to take up biking? You never had any interest when we were together.”
“Sure I did,” I lie, shifting my weight from foot to foot. “I just…never had time when I was working on my dissertation. Now I do.”
He eyes me skeptically. “I’m doing a training ride tomorrow afternoon. Do you want to come along?”
Is he serious? “Umm, I think I’ll leave you and Langley to it,” I murmur, making no attempt to hide the distaste in my voice.
“Yeah, well…Langley and I aren’t training together anymore.”
What?
“Oh, really?” My tone is nonchalant. I will not ask, I will not ask, I will not ask—
“We’re not really doing anything together anymore. We didn’t work out as a couple. She was a little too intense for me.” He has the decency to look sheepish, but I hardly notice.
They aren’t together anymore? She was too intense for him? Who the hell is too intense for Paul? He makes most suicide bombers look relaxed.
After an
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