I had never been happier before.
I was a girlfriend. Who had a boyfriend.
All that casual stuff was over.
He was mine. I could rub myself all over him every morning.
I could hold him whenever I wanted.
I could be upset and he would always try and make me happy.
I was his.
And he was mine.
And together, we were one.
“But doesn’t he travel a lot?” she asked me. “Won’t you miss him a lot?”
I stopped for a moment.
I had never thought about that.
Was our love strong enough to last the test of distance?
I know it’s weird, but I remember thinking this one question over and over. How far would he go to keep me as his personal slut, forever?
Naomi
My phone buzzes, and I look to see it’s him.
God, that’s the third time today.
Can’t a guy take a hint?
Reluctantly, I answer. “Hi, Chris. Uh-huh, yeah. I had a nice time, too. No, I’m busy tonight. Sure, maybe another time. Okay, bye.”
I am so sick of dating.
At least three times a week, I’m going out with a different guy, and yeah, you might think I should be happy about it, the interest and everything, but the truth is it’s getting pretty dull.
Christopher stood out as a particularly bad date. He was conceited and just…blasé about everything. He’s a lawyer, and really, that kind of talk gets boring quickly.
I don’t care who he’s suing or for how much money.
Ugh.
When did the city and the dating landscape become so predictable?
I throw my Chanel purse onto the new industrial-chic chair I just bought and sink down into my soft leather couch. What a day.
As a stylist, I go out with a lot of industry people. And can I just tell you a little secret?
Gu
ys in the fashion world…not so rugged.
I find myself dating a lot of models. Some of them are cool, but for the most part, they’re self-obsessed, skinny, and egocentric.