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laughed lightly. “I just wanted to learn to be interesting.”
“Learn to be interesting?” He laughed at that as he held the door of the restaurant open for me.
“Is that funny?” I asked, as we settled in a small booth to wait for the waitress.
“It’s not that it’s funny so much as that it’s absurd.”
“It’s not absurd,” I said. “Fries and a coke,” I ordered when the waitress walked up.
“Bring her a cheeseburger too,” Max said. “I’ll take one as well and a beer. Whatever dark you have.”
“Why do you always do that?” I asked, not bothering to hide my frustration.
“Do what?”
“Order things for me. If I wanted a cheeseburger, I would have ordered a cheeseburger.,” I kept my voice low, but I was annoyed.
He sat back in his seat and studied me across the table. “No, you wouldn’t.”
“I wouldn’t what?”
“You wouldn’t order a cheeseburger if you wanted one,” he said, looking way too confident.
“Of course I would,” I said.
“No, you wouldn’t. I see you do it all the time. You’ll tell me you’re so hungry, and when we go to the restaurant you order a tiny little meal. French fries aren’t even a meal,” he pointed out with a frown.
“Maybe not, but that’s what I wanted.”
“Oh?” He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. He looked me directly in the eye. “So you had no desire for a hot, meaty cheeseburger?” he asked in a slow sultry tone.
“Oh my God, I hate you.” I frowned and crossed my arms.
“That’s not nice,” he said, teasing me. “Just tell me I’m right, and we can enjoy our meal.”
I frowned. I didn’t want to tell him that he was right, but the truth was, he was. I tended to order small when I was feeling insecure. It was odd, but I sometimes felt as if people were staring at me, judging me for what I ate. So I would order something I didn’t necessarily want.
“Fine,” I finally admitted. “I did want a cheeseburger.”
“See?” He shrugged. “So what’s the problem?”
“The problem is that I can order for myself,” I reminded him, though our argument felt like it was going in circles.
“No,” he said. “The problem is that you can’t order for yourself. Just like you spent an evening trying to be something you’re not. Why? That’s what you should figure out.” He sat back as our meals were placed in front of us.
The cheeseburger looked delicious, but Max’s words stuck in my mind. He was pointing out a pattern that I’d never really noticed before. Damn, but he could be insightful.
“Fine, maybe it’s true,” I said, my voice low. “You should know, after all.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, looking up at me.
“Like the women you date,” I said and took a casual sip of my Coke.
“What about them?”
I could sense that he was getting defensive real fast.
“You’re always picking the most vapid women I’ve ever met,” I pointed out and set my glass down. “There are intelligent skinny women out there, you know.”
“Wow.” He shook his head and pushed his plate slightly away from him. “You’re way off base.”
“Am I?” I asked. “What about Gina?”
“Gina was a mistake,” he frowned.
“Like you couldn’t tell she would be, before you went on a date with her?” I enjoyed that it was his turn to squirm a bit now.
“Look, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. “I like to give women a chance, see if we click.”
“And if you don’t, you never call them — you never follow up. Do you know what that does to a woman?”
He frowned and grabbed his cheeseburger off his plate. He took a big bite out of it and chewed it slowly. I knew that he was just trying to delay the conversation. So I took a bite of my cheeseburger as well.
“You just don’t understand.” He shook his head and took a swallow of his beer.
“What don’t I understand?” I asked and smiled, genuinely curious now.
Chapter 9
Max
“Learn to be interesting?” He laughed at that as he held the door of the restaurant open for me.
“Is that funny?” I asked, as we settled in a small booth to wait for the waitress.
“It’s not that it’s funny so much as that it’s absurd.”
“It’s not absurd,” I said. “Fries and a coke,” I ordered when the waitress walked up.
“Bring her a cheeseburger too,” Max said. “I’ll take one as well and a beer. Whatever dark you have.”
“Why do you always do that?” I asked, not bothering to hide my frustration.
“Do what?”
“Order things for me. If I wanted a cheeseburger, I would have ordered a cheeseburger.,” I kept my voice low, but I was annoyed.
He sat back in his seat and studied me across the table. “No, you wouldn’t.”
“I wouldn’t what?”
“You wouldn’t order a cheeseburger if you wanted one,” he said, looking way too confident.
“Of course I would,” I said.
“No, you wouldn’t. I see you do it all the time. You’ll tell me you’re so hungry, and when we go to the restaurant you order a tiny little meal. French fries aren’t even a meal,” he pointed out with a frown.
“Maybe not, but that’s what I wanted.”
“Oh?” He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. He looked me directly in the eye. “So you had no desire for a hot, meaty cheeseburger?” he asked in a slow sultry tone.
“Oh my God, I hate you.” I frowned and crossed my arms.
“That’s not nice,” he said, teasing me. “Just tell me I’m right, and we can enjoy our meal.”
I frowned. I didn’t want to tell him that he was right, but the truth was, he was. I tended to order small when I was feeling insecure. It was odd, but I sometimes felt as if people were staring at me, judging me for what I ate. So I would order something I didn’t necessarily want.
“Fine,” I finally admitted. “I did want a cheeseburger.”
“See?” He shrugged. “So what’s the problem?”
“The problem is that I can order for myself,” I reminded him, though our argument felt like it was going in circles.
“No,” he said. “The problem is that you can’t order for yourself. Just like you spent an evening trying to be something you’re not. Why? That’s what you should figure out.” He sat back as our meals were placed in front of us.
The cheeseburger looked delicious, but Max’s words stuck in my mind. He was pointing out a pattern that I’d never really noticed before. Damn, but he could be insightful.
“Fine, maybe it’s true,” I said, my voice low. “You should know, after all.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, looking up at me.
“Like the women you date,” I said and took a casual sip of my Coke.
“What about them?”
I could sense that he was getting defensive real fast.
“You’re always picking the most vapid women I’ve ever met,” I pointed out and set my glass down. “There are intelligent skinny women out there, you know.”
“Wow.” He shook his head and pushed his plate slightly away from him. “You’re way off base.”
“Am I?” I asked. “What about Gina?”
“Gina was a mistake,” he frowned.
“Like you couldn’t tell she would be, before you went on a date with her?” I enjoyed that it was his turn to squirm a bit now.
“Look, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. “I like to give women a chance, see if we click.”
“And if you don’t, you never call them — you never follow up. Do you know what that does to a woman?”
He frowned and grabbed his cheeseburger off his plate. He took a big bite out of it and chewed it slowly. I knew that he was just trying to delay the conversation. So I took a bite of my cheeseburger as well.
“You just don’t understand.” He shook his head and took a swallow of his beer.
“What don’t I understand?” I asked and smiled, genuinely curious now.
Chapter 9
Max
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