Why Did It Have To Be You?

We all laugh as Ally just throws her hands up. “What can I say?”

Jessica adds. “But for real though Care. If Brian is okay with you dating his dad, why not? Isn’t that the only real reason holding you back? You obviously like him or you never would have risked sleeping with him in the first place. That was out of character for you.”

I didn’t even think about what Brian’s text meant. He is okay with me dating his dad. In fact, it sounds like he is encouraging it. If what Brian says about the marriage not being what it looks like is true, then there is no reason I can't date Dean.

I squeeze the couch pillow and squeal. “Oh my gosh you guys! I think I might be dating an older man!”

Ally yells out “Woohoo!” and pulls me up to my feet and we all start jumping around in circles, hugging and squealing and giggling. Wow, we really are drunk. We all fall back down onto the couch and laugh. Ally suddenly yells out. “Oh! Oh! I know let’s send him a dirty picture to let

him know things are back in business!”

“Ally!”

“What? Not like a nude. Just something sexy but tasteful. Get him revved up for tomorrow.”

I laugh. “I don’t know if I want him revved up tomorrow.”

The idea does intrigue me though. How many glasses of wine have I had?

Ally bolts up off the couch. “C’mon! We have those lingerie samples from the conference last week.” I shake my head. I can’t believe I’m actually agreeing to this, but I text Brian back.

Me: Can I have Dean’s number?

Brian: Dean? Oh god... Remember when you kept calling him Mr. Douglas?

Me: Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Are you going to give me his number or what?

Brian: You were never that kinky when we were together *wink emoji* What do you need his number for? You trying to send him a dirty pic?

Me: You got Ally’s apartment tapped?

Brian: Oh god. Please don’t tell me I was right about the pic. He’s still my dad. *puke emoji*

Me: Give me his number and you don’t have to find out.

Brian sends me his dad’s number and threatens to block my number if I give him any more details.

The girls and I spend the next hour doing my hair and makeup and trying on the different outfits they got for free at their last conference. No wonder Ally attracts so many guys when she has this much sexy underwear. Her marketing firm definitely has its perks.

We take about 100 pictures and finally settle on a couple to send him.

First, I just send a picture of my fingers holding the outfit.

Me: A little preview of what’s to come if you can come up with a good enough reason for me.

A few minutes later my phone dings and we all squeal. “What’d he say?” Ally yells out.

Dean: I think you have the wrong phone number.

We all laugh. “He doesn’t even know it’s me. Is he kidding around? I thought I made it pretty obvious.” An idea comes to me. “Oh I know just what to say.”

I go to send the next picture. Ally is surprisingly good at taking dirty pictures. I think past experience might have something to do with that.

The picture is of me in a black lacy outfit. It cups my boobs and pushes them up, and the lace comes to a thinner line over my stomach exposing my sides. I have a couple fingers on my lips with my mouth open in a pose Ally told me to do. It cuts off at my mouth. Ally told me even in her drunken state. “Never send a dirty picture with your full face. You never know where it could end up one day.”

I add the picture to the message.

Me: This is what young people call sexting. Middle aged man skills might work in the bedroom, but if you want to stay relevant, I need to be impressed when I’m away too. *wink emoji*