Quadruplets Make Six

A smile crossed my face as the green dot by his name disappeared. Messages were still popping up on my screen, asking me for insane things like my number and a picture of my boobs. Men were disgusting and relentless, and it was one of the many reasons why I didn’t date.

But this guy seemed different.

I just hoped he could keep himself together for a night before trying to get me in bed.

Two

Graham

“Graham! Why don’t you try another color? You’re always wearing black,” Jake said.

“There’s no other suit color to wear to a wedding as a groomsman unless you wish to look tacky,” I said. “Plus, these are the suits Logan picked out for us to wear.”

“Oh, come on. We could really do a number on him. Show up in some bright pink suits with daisy-colored bowties.”

“What color is ‘daisy-colored’ exactly?” I asked.

“You know, white and yellow.”

“Then why didn’t you simply say ‘white and yellow’?”

“Because I’m difficult.”

“Which is why you’re still single,” I said.

“No, I’m still single because I’m not a big, badass billionaire like you are. Which is why you have no excuse for still being single.”

“Besides my crazy-ass ex,” I said.

“We all have that crazy-ass ex. That doesn’t mean you stop messing around with women. I think you don’t have enough excitement in your life.”

“Your complaint is duly noted.”

I held out my hands as the tailor continued to measure the suit to my body. I was happy for our friend Logan. He had been looking all his life for the perfect woman for him. And even though he was getting married for the first time at forty-two years of age, I could tell he was happy. In love. Envisioning a future with his very beautiful bride at his side. Marianne was the only woman I’d ever seen him date that seemed interested in more than his money, so that was enough for me.

Because it was more than I could say for my ex.

“How’s that suit comin’ along?” Jake asked.

“A suit fitting doesn’t take this much conversation,” I said.

“Oh, come on. Quit being a stick in the mud. Did you roll off a cliff this morning after you got out of bed?”

“What’s that even supposed to mean?”

“It means you got up on the wrong side of the bed then went cliff-diving towards your death. You're in a mood. Cheer up! Our friend’s getting married.”

“You know how I feel about the ‘sanctity of marriage’.”

“Yeah, which is why I think it’s funny that Logan actually asked you to be a groomsman,” he said.

“I’m happy for him. Really.”

“Because she doesn’t want him for his money.”

“Doesn’t seem that way, no,” I said.

“You’re not happy for him because he’s in love.”