the economics professors in the grad program there, but he lucked out when Michigan State scoreda touchdown on a punt return and everyone at the table started cheering. Janet got distracted and didn’t bring up the subject again.
At one point, Andy looked over at his friends at the bar and Scott was smiling, giving Andy the thumbs-up signal. Andy decided it was time to make his move. He knew that one of the tricks for getting girls’ numbers at bars was to never give the conversation a chance to get stale. If things were going well—if the girl was laughing and seemed into him—it was time to get the digits and get the hell out of there before something went wrong.
So Andy said, “I really should get back to my buddies over there at the bar but, hey, you wanna hang out sometime?”
“Sure,” she said. “Actually, I’m having a party tonight if you wanna come.”
This was even better—no phone calls at all. He could go to the party, fuck her, and be done with it.
“That sounds really cool.”
She gave him her address—she lived in a high-rise on Eighty-fifth and Lex—and he said he’d swing by at around nine o’clock.
Andy said bye to Janet and her friends and went back to the bar.
“Way to work it, dude,” Scott said.
“Yeah, nice,” Dan said. “She seemed totally into you.”
“She invited me to a party tonight,” Andy said.
“Sweet,” Scott said.
Andy hung out for a while longer, finishing his beer with his friends, then he announced he was going to take off. Before he left the bar, he went over to Janet and told her how stoked he was about tonight.
On his way home, Andy remembered that he was supposed to go out with Katie later. He figured he’d call her and make up some excuse, tell her he was sick or something, because although he liked her a lot and everything, she was starting to bum him out. It was weird because he usually didn’t start getting tired of girls until he’d had sex with them at least ten times, but this morning he’d already started havingthat this-is-getting-old feeling. Maybe it was because the sex last night was only so-so. Yeah, it was their first time, and first-time sex always sucked, but it bummed him out the way Katie just seemed to lie there, not making noise or getting into it. She said she’d come, but he wasn’t sure he believed her, and if she
did
come, that was even worse because it meant that she’d always suck in bed. Then, in the morning, she didn’t want to do it again and she was acting like something was wrong, like he’d pissed her off somehow, but she wouldn’t talk about it at all. Andy had no idea what was going on and didn’t want to try to figure it out, either. He’d learned a long time ago, back in college, that it was impossible to figure out what was going on in chicks’ heads, so there was no use trying.
As Andy entered his building he started to call Katie on his cell. But then he decided to text-message her instead so he wouldn’t have to speak to her.
“It definitely wasn’t rape,” Amanda said to Katie.
They were sitting across from each other at Saigon Grill, at a table near the window facing Second Avenue. Katie had decided to talk to Amanda after all, to get her advice, because she couldn’t think of anyone else to talk to.
“Really?” Katie said. “I was, like, so convinced you would think it was.”
“You didn’t say no and you weren’t even sure you wanted to say no. Yeah, he should’ve communicated with you better, but you never said no, right?”
“Right.”
“So you couldn’t expect him to read your mind. I mean, yeah, it’s a kind of gray area, but I don’t think you can say it was date rape. I mean, what happened to me in college was totally different. Brad, that fucking prick, wouldn’t stop even though I said no like twenty fucking times. Did you ever say no?”
“No, it was just the opposite. I told him it felt great.”
“Yeah, then I don’t think you can call it date rape. I
At one point, Andy looked over at his friends at the bar and Scott was smiling, giving Andy the thumbs-up signal. Andy decided it was time to make his move. He knew that one of the tricks for getting girls’ numbers at bars was to never give the conversation a chance to get stale. If things were going well—if the girl was laughing and seemed into him—it was time to get the digits and get the hell out of there before something went wrong.
So Andy said, “I really should get back to my buddies over there at the bar but, hey, you wanna hang out sometime?”
“Sure,” she said. “Actually, I’m having a party tonight if you wanna come.”
This was even better—no phone calls at all. He could go to the party, fuck her, and be done with it.
“That sounds really cool.”
She gave him her address—she lived in a high-rise on Eighty-fifth and Lex—and he said he’d swing by at around nine o’clock.
Andy said bye to Janet and her friends and went back to the bar.
“Way to work it, dude,” Scott said.
“Yeah, nice,” Dan said. “She seemed totally into you.”
“She invited me to a party tonight,” Andy said.
“Sweet,” Scott said.
Andy hung out for a while longer, finishing his beer with his friends, then he announced he was going to take off. Before he left the bar, he went over to Janet and told her how stoked he was about tonight.
On his way home, Andy remembered that he was supposed to go out with Katie later. He figured he’d call her and make up some excuse, tell her he was sick or something, because although he liked her a lot and everything, she was starting to bum him out. It was weird because he usually didn’t start getting tired of girls until he’d had sex with them at least ten times, but this morning he’d already started havingthat this-is-getting-old feeling. Maybe it was because the sex last night was only so-so. Yeah, it was their first time, and first-time sex always sucked, but it bummed him out the way Katie just seemed to lie there, not making noise or getting into it. She said she’d come, but he wasn’t sure he believed her, and if she
did
come, that was even worse because it meant that she’d always suck in bed. Then, in the morning, she didn’t want to do it again and she was acting like something was wrong, like he’d pissed her off somehow, but she wouldn’t talk about it at all. Andy had no idea what was going on and didn’t want to try to figure it out, either. He’d learned a long time ago, back in college, that it was impossible to figure out what was going on in chicks’ heads, so there was no use trying.
As Andy entered his building he started to call Katie on his cell. But then he decided to text-message her instead so he wouldn’t have to speak to her.
“It definitely wasn’t rape,” Amanda said to Katie.
They were sitting across from each other at Saigon Grill, at a table near the window facing Second Avenue. Katie had decided to talk to Amanda after all, to get her advice, because she couldn’t think of anyone else to talk to.
“Really?” Katie said. “I was, like, so convinced you would think it was.”
“You didn’t say no and you weren’t even sure you wanted to say no. Yeah, he should’ve communicated with you better, but you never said no, right?”
“Right.”
“So you couldn’t expect him to read your mind. I mean, yeah, it’s a kind of gray area, but I don’t think you can say it was date rape. I mean, what happened to me in college was totally different. Brad, that fucking prick, wouldn’t stop even though I said no like twenty fucking times. Did you ever say no?”
“No, it was just the opposite. I told him it felt great.”
“Yeah, then I don’t think you can call it date rape. I
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