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Authors: Lisa Suzanne
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the woman from the night before was the ticket to that. She made me realize that there was so much more out there than Julianne Becker.
And in that moment, I knew what I really felt. Julianne had been such a fixture in my life for so long that I had turned her into a woman on a pedestal. Whether she deserved to be up there or not remained to be seen, but my night with Gorgeous had me believing that there was something more out there for me. Don’t get me wrong; I was still hurt over how Julianne had handled things between us, and I still was far from being over her and what she had put me through. But I saw an opening in the darkness. If it was the light from an oncoming train, so be it; but I had to believe that it was the hope I needed that I could end up happy.
“So how was your night with that sexy little thing you brought home?” Bill asked as I stacked boxes on a handcart that he’d be taking down to the truck. Mike was in my guest bedroom taking my shelves down off the wall.
I glanced up at him and raised my eyebrows.
“That good?” he teased.
“Jesus Christ. I’m pretty sure she’s the most perfect woman who ever existed.”
It was his turn to raise his eyebrows. “Damn.”
“And I don’t even know her fucking name.”
He whistled. “Seriously?”
“It’s fucking crazy, but I can’t get her out of my head.”
“You seem different this morning. Maybe better than you’ve been.” I knew what he was getting at; he didn’t have to say that I’d been a giant pussy since the stuff with Jules went down because I already knew. He continued, “I assumed it was because of the move, but you think it’s because of her?”
I nodded. “She made me see that maybe Julianne isn’t the end of the line for me.”
“Good for you, dude.”
“Yeah. Good,” I muttered sarcastically.
“What’s with the cynicism?”
“I didn’t get her name or her number. All I know about her is she’s the most fucking fantastic girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Or that I’ve ever laid. Period.”
“So track her down.”
“Did you forget that I’m moving to San Diego tomorrow?”
“So what? If you want her, find her.”
“She didn’t want strings.”
He shot me a confused look.
“No strings attached,” I clarified.
“Ah. Sounds like the victim of a broken heart.”
“Maybe that’s why we were so well-suited to one another last night.”
“Could be.”
“Did you happen to get her friend’s number?”
Bill shook his head as I placed the last box on top of the handcart so he could take it down. “No. We danced for a bit and then parted ways.”
“Dammit.”
“Let’s hit Mahogany tonight. Maybe you’ll run into her again.”
“Okay,” I agreed, and then I went into the guest room to help Mike with the shelves while Bill headed down to the truck.
I would be sleeping on the floor that night because everything else was packed tightly on the truck. My couch, my bed, my dresser. Boxes, furniture, artwork, clothes. DVDs, video games, books. It was all on the truck, everything except my swim trunks, flip flops, clothes for that night and the next day, my toiletries, and the cheese, beer, and Dr. Pepper that was left in my fridge.
I was ready to move to San Diego.
Except San Diego was further away from her. Not “her” as in Julianne. “Her” as in Gorgeous, the woman who whirled into my life with a dance and left me with the conflicting feelings of hope versus being completely shattered.
When we had moved my bed, we found a sparkly silver earring under the pillow.
I recognized it as hers.
It was like a little souvenir of my night with her, and that earring flooded me with strange emotions that I wasn’t used to. Why hadn’t I gotten her name? Why hadn’t I figured out some way to get her number?
We packed quickly, and Mike and Bill left around 3:00. We made plans to meet back at my place at 9:30, and then we’d cab it over to Mahogany.
I headed to my parents’ house, excited
And in that moment, I knew what I really felt. Julianne had been such a fixture in my life for so long that I had turned her into a woman on a pedestal. Whether she deserved to be up there or not remained to be seen, but my night with Gorgeous had me believing that there was something more out there for me. Don’t get me wrong; I was still hurt over how Julianne had handled things between us, and I still was far from being over her and what she had put me through. But I saw an opening in the darkness. If it was the light from an oncoming train, so be it; but I had to believe that it was the hope I needed that I could end up happy.
“So how was your night with that sexy little thing you brought home?” Bill asked as I stacked boxes on a handcart that he’d be taking down to the truck. Mike was in my guest bedroom taking my shelves down off the wall.
I glanced up at him and raised my eyebrows.
“That good?” he teased.
“Jesus Christ. I’m pretty sure she’s the most perfect woman who ever existed.”
It was his turn to raise his eyebrows. “Damn.”
“And I don’t even know her fucking name.”
He whistled. “Seriously?”
“It’s fucking crazy, but I can’t get her out of my head.”
“You seem different this morning. Maybe better than you’ve been.” I knew what he was getting at; he didn’t have to say that I’d been a giant pussy since the stuff with Jules went down because I already knew. He continued, “I assumed it was because of the move, but you think it’s because of her?”
I nodded. “She made me see that maybe Julianne isn’t the end of the line for me.”
“Good for you, dude.”
“Yeah. Good,” I muttered sarcastically.
“What’s with the cynicism?”
“I didn’t get her name or her number. All I know about her is she’s the most fucking fantastic girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Or that I’ve ever laid. Period.”
“So track her down.”
“Did you forget that I’m moving to San Diego tomorrow?”
“So what? If you want her, find her.”
“She didn’t want strings.”
He shot me a confused look.
“No strings attached,” I clarified.
“Ah. Sounds like the victim of a broken heart.”
“Maybe that’s why we were so well-suited to one another last night.”
“Could be.”
“Did you happen to get her friend’s number?”
Bill shook his head as I placed the last box on top of the handcart so he could take it down. “No. We danced for a bit and then parted ways.”
“Dammit.”
“Let’s hit Mahogany tonight. Maybe you’ll run into her again.”
“Okay,” I agreed, and then I went into the guest room to help Mike with the shelves while Bill headed down to the truck.
I would be sleeping on the floor that night because everything else was packed tightly on the truck. My couch, my bed, my dresser. Boxes, furniture, artwork, clothes. DVDs, video games, books. It was all on the truck, everything except my swim trunks, flip flops, clothes for that night and the next day, my toiletries, and the cheese, beer, and Dr. Pepper that was left in my fridge.
I was ready to move to San Diego.
Except San Diego was further away from her. Not “her” as in Julianne. “Her” as in Gorgeous, the woman who whirled into my life with a dance and left me with the conflicting feelings of hope versus being completely shattered.
When we had moved my bed, we found a sparkly silver earring under the pillow.
I recognized it as hers.
It was like a little souvenir of my night with her, and that earring flooded me with strange emotions that I wasn’t used to. Why hadn’t I gotten her name? Why hadn’t I figured out some way to get her number?
We packed quickly, and Mike and Bill left around 3:00. We made plans to meet back at my place at 9:30, and then we’d cab it over to Mahogany.
I headed to my parents’ house, excited
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