"An hour. I had a call to Australia I had to be in early for. Why don't you come to my office? We can look at a few numbers."
"Sure," I say and follow him out of my office and across the hall to his. He sits down in the chair behind his desk, watching me, a strange expression on his face. I take the chair across from him.
"So how did you and Man Bun make out Saturday night?" he asks, opening a file on his desk.
"We didn't," I say plainly.
"You didn't go home with him?"
"Nope."
He seems to relax a bit, leaning back farther in his chair. "I knew he wasn't your type."
"He wasn't," I reply, "although he ticked all my boxes, apparently. At least, according to Marina's app."
"I think it's a bust."
"Why?" I say, peering at him, curious. "You seemed to be happy with Mermaid Girl."
He shrugs. "She's pretty. A man is always happy with a pretty woman."
"How did your night go? I saw that you left together."
He grins at me. "I'll never tell."
I laugh, but there's a part of me that's annoyed at him. Will he ever be serious about a woman? He's such a manwhore.
"Too bad for you and Man Bun."
"Yeah, another failed attempt at having a real life," I say with an exaggerated sigh.
"You have a real life," he says, frowning. "A pretty damn good life, if you ask me."
"But no nooky," I say, and drink down some of my coffee.
"You could have it any time you wanted. You could have had it last night, by the way Man Bun responded to you."
I shrug and pick up this tiny stuffed elephant he got as a gift after making a donation to some wildlife rescue agency. "It's different for women. We're choosier."
He snorts at that. "Not my experience. Pretty much any woman I offer it to takes me up on the offer."
"Yeah, but that's because you have bimbo radar. You can pick them out of a crowd, so your sample is biased towards the women who will fuck any hot man who makes it available."
"You think I'm hot?" he says with a huge grin.
I throw the elephant at him in response and he ducks, laughing at me like he enjoys tormenting me.
"Seriously, India," he says, holding his folded hands in front of his chin, taking on a very thoughtful expression. "You could be having wild sex any night of the week you want. You just have to ask."
"Yeah, right," I say and stare off into the distance. There have been so few men I would even consider for a hookup. "I have standards."
/> "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said. I have standards. I know I could pick up any man I meet at a bar or party, but that's not what I want."
"You don't want just any man."
"No," I say, thinking about my perfect man. "I want someone smart and ambitious and funny and affectionate," I say and then I look at him. He's listening intently. "And loyal."