Page 22 of Blind Date
“Why do you care?” She bit into her bread.
“Because I’m a man and I need to know if I should be worried that you’ll go off the rails tonight, think I’m your ex, and possibly kill me.”
“Don’t worry. You’re safe for now,” she said. “He cheated on me with Gym Girl Brittany.”
“Gym Girl Brittany?” My brow arched.
“Weston, I held up a sign in the rain, and the whole time, there was a Gym Girl Brittany.”
“Let’s go back to the sign in the rain,” I said. “Why were you holding up a sign in the rain for him?”
“Because I drove four hours like a fool to watch him in a triathlon. I was cheering his cheating ass on.”
“And what did the sign say?”
“I’m not telling you.”
The waiter walked over and set our plates down.
“Thank you.” I looked at him. “Why won’t you tell me what the sign said?” I asked Samantha.
“Because you’ll laugh.”
“I promise I won’t. What did it say?”
“GO CHRIS, YOU BEAUTIFUL MUSCLE PRINCE.”
I couldn’t help it. The laughter escaped me, no matter how hard I tried to hold it back.
“Jerk.” She shook her head.
“I’m sorry.” I chuckled.
“Do you know how humiliating it is to discover you stood in the pouring rain holding a glitter sign for a man who was sleeping with Gym Girl Brittany?”
“No. I can’t say I do.”
“Figured you wouldn’t.”
“Do you know what I think?”
“I don’t really care what you think.”
This woman was a spitfire, and the more we talked, the more aroused I became.
“I’m telling you anyway. I think Gym Girl Brittany did you a favor.”
“That’s just ridiculous. How did she do me a favor?”
“I think any guy dumb enough to cheat on the woman standing in the rain holding a sign that says ‘Go Chris You Beautiful Muscle Prince’ is an idiot. Let Gym Girl Brittany have him. Once you get your feelings in check, you’ll realize him cheating on you was the best thing that could have happened.” I cut into my filet. “Besides, how does that look to your daughter?”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“You’re six months out of a relationship with a man who hurt you, and you’re still swearing off men and dates.Is that the example you want to show her? What would you tell your daughter if some boy broke her heart, and it had been six months, and she was still grieving the loss? I want total honesty.”
She stared at me with a perplexed look while shoving a piece of filet into her mouth.
“I don’t know. I suppose I would tell her that everything happens for a reason. When one door closes, another opens. And that he wasn’t meant to be in her life long-term, and he was only in it as a stepping stone and paving the way for her to find her soulmate.”
