The Perfect Holiday

“Molly, give it a chance,” Rebecca said. “Look…” She bit her lip, looking away. “I know you’re lonely, okay? I am, too. But we’re never going to meet anyone if we don’t go out. I’m not saying that we go poach husbands, or anything. But it might be nice to make a new friend or two.”

I shrugged. “I’m not lonely,” I lied. I’m just horny and desperate and I want to have sex with your brother more than anything else in this world.

“Well, no harm done then if we don’t meet anyone,” Rebecca chirped. “Come on, up with you.”

I sighed and got to my feet, breathing heavily from the small effort.

“Okay,” I said, holding up my finger. “One drink, and that’s it. You got it?”

“Two?” Rebecca smiled, looking at me over the tops of her glasses. “Come on, Molly. It’s not much. My treat.”

“Okay,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Let me go get ready.”

It was a relief to be back in the privacy of my own bedroom, away from Rebecca’s relentless optimism and chirping. I loved her – I really did – but I was starting to wonder if maybe I wouldn’t be happier living in my own place.

That’s ridiculous, I thought. I’ve lived with Rebecca since I was seventeen! I can’t move out just because I keep fantasizing about Alex!

But even though I knew it was dumb, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about it. Maybe I’d get a little studio, someplace small, that wouldn’t be too hard to clean. Maybe I could even get a pet. I’d always wanted a cat – childishly, I was afraid of large dogs – and then I’d have my own space.

And then reality sank in. I wouldn’t be Sexy Molly, out on the town, always fending off suitors. I’d be Lonely Molly, curled up with a cat in an apartment that reeked of cat piss and dirt. I’d be Repulsive Molly, sitting in front of the television with a giant bag of potato chips, weeping at old I Love Lucy reruns.

Shuddering, I forced the image out of my mind. Shedding my t-shirt and shorts, I looked down at my belly. It jiggled when I walked – and my stretch marks looked like the craters on the moon. Hot shame flooded my body. There’s no way Alex would still want me if he could see me like this, I realized. No way in hell.

I opened the doors of my closet and peered inside. I didn’t really have any nice clothes. After my failed “date” with Dan, Rebecca had suggested a makeover…but I hadn’t exactly taken her suggestion to heart. I frowned as I pulled out a short purple dress that flared out from the bust. It didn’t exactly hide my belly, but it did make me look slightly more streamlined and less heavy. With a pair of Spanx underneath, I almost looked like a normal girl.

Rebecca was tapping her foot impatiently by the door when I emerged from her bedroom.

“You look nice,” Rebecca said. “Is that new?”

I wrinkled my nose. “You know darn well it’s not,” I said. “I’ve had this for years. You look nice, too, though.”

Rebecca nodded. “Thanks,” she said. She looked down at her outfit – white skinny jeans with an oversized t-shirt. “I feel so self-conscious in these pants. I can’t wear white without suddenly fearing I’m about to get my period!”

I laughed. “I know exactly what you mean,” I said. “Let’s go.”

Rebecca and I took the shuttle to campus, then caught a cab downtown. Rolling Hills wasn’t much – mostly, if people were looking for excitement, they just went into New York. But it was something, and the downtown had recently been revamped with a whole new line of fast-casual restaurants and stores with clothes that wouldn’t fit me in a million years.

Rebecca led the way into a little wine bar – Le Cirque – and I nervously followed behind, glancing around to see who was staring at the whale and her petite friend. To my pleasant surprise, we only attracted a few looks as we walked to the bar and sat down.

“I’ll have a glass of…” I trailed off, looking down. “Actually, do you just have beer?”

The bartender smiled and handed me a different list. After choosing a Belgian white, I settled into the barstool and turned to Rebecca.

“This is nice,” I admitted. “Maybe it was a good idea that we got out, you know, just for a little bit.”

Rebecca nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “Looks like a lot of college kids don’t come in here.”

“Good,” I said. “I was worried that no matter where we went, we’d be swamped with frat boys.”

“God, what a horrible image,” Rebecca said. She made a face, crossing her eyes and sticking out her tongue. I burst out laughing, blushing and covering my mouth with both hands.

“You know, I think you were right,” I said. “Truly. We should make this a regular thing.”

“Yeah, Wine Days,” Rebecca said, laughing. “It feels nice to be out of the house.”

“So…” I bit my lip as Alex’s face popped into my mind. “What did he want, anyway?”

“Who?”