“No.” Julie shook her head. “I guess we haven’t.”
“So,” I said, leaning back in my chair and spreading my arms wide. “Ask me anything.”
“What?” Julie laughed nervously.
“Anything you want to know,” I said. “I’m serious.”
Julie hesitated for barely a second, then a wicked smile crossed her face as she leaned forward. I knew she was going to have fun with this.
“How many women have you slept with?” she asked boldly.
“I don’t keep a running tally.” I laughed. “Same question.”
She blinked. “What?”
“Oh, come on,” I said, laughing again. “You didn’t think this was a one-way street, did you?”
“I haven’t slept with any women,” she said playfully.
I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“Three,” she said simply. “Including you.”
I nodded and gestured for her to continue with her questions.
“When was your last serious relationship?” she asked.
I sighed. I knew this question was coming, but that didn’t mean I was ready for it. My last relationship wasn’t something I enjoyed talking about. Still, I promised Julie she could ask whatever she wanted.
“Four years ago,” I said. “Her name was Amy.”
“What happened?” Julie asked.
“Well…” I sighed. “It’s a long story.”
“Good thing we have four courses to get through,” Julie said with a grin.
I shook my head and chuckled. Julie kept me on my toes more than anyone ever had. Just a simple conversation felt like I was being challenged in the best way.
“We dated for a long time,” I said. “On and off for three years. But about four years ago now, we ended things for good after I found out she was cheating on me.”
“Oh.” Julie’s eyes widened. “Wow. I’m sorry.”
“I’m over it.” I shrugged. “At the time, it was devastating, to say the least. I really loved her, but when I saw that she was using my credit card to buy things for her boy toy, I knew it was time to cut bait and run.”
“She used your card?” Julie asked, shock filling her voice.
I nodded. “Classy, huh?”
“What a bitch.” Julie shook her head.
I laughed and nodded in agreement. “I didn’t realize it at the time,” I said. “But she was always wrong for me.”
“I can understand that,” Julie said. A dark look crossed her face.
“Your ex?” I asked.
“Yeah.” Julie nodded and grabbed her champagne glass. She took a long sip and looked away. As much as I wanted to hear her story, I didn’t want to force anything.