"Who was that?" Madison asks with a slight raise to her voice.
"Spencer. She dates Carmen."
"Why?! That's gross."
"She said it was because, 'why not'."
"So now what? Did you let her know you're in the same club as her?"
"No, not in so many words. But there was definitely a lot of flirting. From both sides."
"Think she got the hint?"
"I'm pretty positive, so let's hope so. I'd love to see her again. She was… interesting."
"What about Carmen?"
"From what I was told, it doesn't sound like a problem. She pretty much assured me that they are definitely not serious. She promised that if it doesn't need to happen right now, it doesn't have to. And, that she always keeps her promises."
"Good. Then it won't be hard to make her like you."
"Seems like she already does."
"Even better. Did you get her digits?"
"Oh fuck! I didn't!"
"Then how do you expect to?"
"I'll have to figure it out."
Since Madison attends school and I don't, she's out the door early Monday morning. I don't wake up until around 10am, but it's earlier than I expected by about an hour. I hear a knocking on the door, so I head over to answer it.
"Hey, can I help you?" I ask the lady who looks like she's selling religion.
"Yes. Have you found Jesus young lady?" I was right.
"Well, here's the thing about that. Found him, loved him, realized I was a lesbian, lost him, and haven't looked for him since."
"I'm sorry to hear you are afflicted with the homosexuality. Is there anything I can do to convince you to seek help from our lord and savior above?"
"Sorry lady, but I'm about as lost a cause as you'll ever meet. Well, when it comes to religion."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Hopefully you find your way in this world soon enough."
"Thanks." With that, I shut my door in her face.
They say things never quite go as well as you plan. I've got first-hand knowledge of this truth beyond truths. My first couple of girlfriends in high school weren't all the great to me. They barely wanted to be seen with me. I never quite figured out why at the time. Until I realized that it was all because of the homo vs. hetero thing. These girls were scared. I wasn't. To say they were a lost cause would be an understatement.
First there was Kelly. She knew her way around the block. With guys that is. When we started seeing each other it was great at first. Until she cheated on me with my now ex best friend. Even when I look back on it now, I can see the steps going in that direction. I guess blind spots really do exist.
Next was Michaela. I know, I know. Michael's and Michaela's are no good. Ever. Did I know this at 17? No. So, what's a girl to do when a younger hot girl wants to make out a few times a week? I think you know the answer to that by now. And unless you're just daft, I think you know where this is heading as well. She ended up with a football player.
After that I kinda just walked away from the whole relationship thing. Moved right into a fling here, a fling there. Just enough to get by.
That's what I was doing at that party. I was looking for a fling. And when I saw Spencer, I thought she would be it for that night. But she wasn't. She was something else. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on. She kept me interested in the conversation at hand, unlike many of the others I've had the pleasure of encountering.
Thinking about that took a lot of time. I've finished getting ready to go out for the day and get some errands done. Let's see... Grocery shopping is a must. It's my turn to go over to the local Winco and grab some good deals. I've got to fill up the car with some gas, and don't forget about the whole returning the rented movies and TV shows so we don't get charged to much extra.
I've filled the Jeep Wrangler up, dropped the DVDs off, and have just entered Winco.
"Ashley!"
I turn around to see who's shouting my name across the parking lot, and all I see is a blonde head of hair headed my way.
I try to play it sly. "Oh hey... Sheila was it?"
That coy smile slides onto that gorgeous face as she just simply replies, "It's Spencer."
"Oh, that's right. I'm sorry Spencer."
"Going shopping?"
"That would be the plan."
"Cool me too."
Spencer grabs a cart, as I have my own already, and we head into the store. She just kind of follows me around, putting some items in her cart here or there. It's all random crap though so I just have to ask.
"Why are you putting a bunch of random shit in your cart? Are you stalking me?!" I ask that last part in my best over acting style.
"It's for the dinner I'm going to make you tonight."
I've stopped walking. "How do you know I don't already have dinner plans tonight?"
"I don't. I just assumed you'd rather spend some time with me."
"So you made an ass out of you and me by assuming I had nothing better to do tonight but have dinner with some girl I talked to for awhile at a party?"
"I did."
I really do want to have dinner with her, but I don't want her thinking she can always get her way. Now to delicately put it, "Well, I guess we will see how good your dinner is. I've kept my promise and all. I've seen you again, don't cha know."
"Sounds about right. And I think it's only fair that since you kept your promise to me, I keep my promise to you." With that, Spencer whips out her phone and in one motion has dialed it, put it to her ear, and pretended like the person she's calling has already answered.
"Yo Carmen, I've gotta tell you something. I don't want to sound harsh, but we're over. I can't be with you anymore. Why? Why you ask? Well let's start with the cheating, then move onto the verbal abuse. Oh, and don't forget my favorite part of the Trio, the addictions. Yes, I'm sure. No, there's nothing you can do to change my mind. Look hun, I'm not mad at you, it's just that we aren't compatible. I'm sorry."
My mouth must be open, because Spencer puts my jaw back in place.
"That was kinda harsh Spence."
"Eh. It was what it was. It was coming sooner or later. Probably should have happened months ago."
"I guess. But that doesn't make it any less harsh."
"I suppose you're right."
"I know I am."
"Is that right now?" She takes a step towards me and I take one back. Now I'm against the shelves of cereal.
I gulp before replying with a yup.
She's ahead of me in the checkout lane.
"You doing anything later?" She asks this as if we didn't have that whole conversation about assuming shit earlier.
"Not really."
"You are now. If you want that is..."
"Depends on what you're planning Spencer."
"Just a little something-something."
"Then it's a date." I smile at her, unable to contain my happiness.
She smiles back. "Sounds great, I'll give you a call."
"But you don't have my phone number!"
"You'll soon learn that if there's something I want, there's almost no way to stop me from getting it."
And with that, she left the store while my groceries are still being rung up.
The smile has yet to fade from my face.