He stared at me for a minute and then shook his head.
“You almost had me there. I almost believed you. But it’s been my experience that when someone says everything is going great, it means the opposite, and when people say that things are terrible, it’s the opposite. Not in every case, but in most cases. So, what is it that’s got you down?”
He leaned forward and propped his head on his fists and gave me a sweet puppy dog face that made me burst out laughing, startling the people at the next table who glared at me as if my laughter had somehow disturbed their enjoyment of their double tall half-caff soy mocha whatevers.
“Come on, lay it on me.” I took a deep breath.
“Okay. I’m about to share some very personal stuff with you, but sometimes it’s easier to talk to someone you don’t know very well than a best friend. So there’s this guy in my office and we’ve been flirting back and forth and I’ve told him to stop, but he won’t. It’s not entirely his fault because I keep saying no, but then telling him yes in other ways.”
I stopped for a moment to see if he was following me.
“Did you sleep with him?” Well, be blunt, why don’t you?
“Yes. Twice. Once before we worked together and once in the office.”
“Wow, bravo. I feel like I should be giving you a round of applause for that.”
“No! What I need is advice on how to stop letting this happen. I’ve never let my personal life get in the way of my work life. I mean, I found out my f**king boyfriend cheated on me and the same day I had to make this huge presentation that millions of dollars rode on and I nailed it. When I’m at work, all that stuff goes away, but now that stuff is at my work and things are getting mixed together and I don’t like it and I don’t know what to do about it.”
I put my head down on the cool table and then realized how many germs were probably now on my face, so I sat up.
“That is a conundrum. Have you thought about letting it happen?”
“That’s not what I want.” Liar, liar, Spanx on fire.
“Well, if saying no is that hard, then maybe you should say yes. I’m sure you’re not the first person who’s had an indiscretion in the office. And you won’t be the last. Just don’t get caught.” He winked. Was he for serious?
“Are you always this good at advice? Because that’s pretty much the worst I’ve ever gotten, except for that one time when one of my friends in high school told me to put vodka in water bottles because my parents would never figure it out.”
“Hey, I’m just telling you what I think. You don’t have to follow it. That’s on you. It’s also on you to figure out how to carry on this thing without anyone knowing, but you seem like an intelligent girl, so I’m sure you’ll figure it out. If you want it to happen, make it happen.”
“You sound like one of those motivational posters with a guy standing on top of the Grand Canyon with his arms raised.”
“I get all my best advice from crappy posters. And bumper stickers.”
I shook my head and finished my tea.
“I can’t let the wants and desires of my ladyparts get in the way of my job. That’s not me.” Or at least it hadn’t been.
“Maybe your ladyparts know something you don’t. Or don’t want to admit.” He raised his eyebrows and I crumpled up my napkin and threw it at him.
“You are completely useless, Fin.”
We stayed at the coffee shop for another hour, just talking about whatever. I could tell people around us thought we were on a date. Yes, Fin had turned into quite a male specimen, and I found him attractive, but not attractive in the way that I wanted to see him naked. He was funny and sweet and cute, but he just didn’t make those feelings erupt.
I didn’t believe that a straight man and a straight woman couldn’t be friends without eventually having sex. Sure, if I was drunk, it might be a possibility, but only if we were both very drunk, and he would have to make the first move.
“So, how long are you going to be in town for?” I said as I walked him toward a cab.
“About two weeks, and then . . . who knows? I’m considering a radical life change, but I don’t want to say anything about it yet.”
“Okay, noted. So, maybe you want to do something next weekend? My friends and I go to this bar and they have open mic night and if you can stomach it, it’s actually a lot of fun.”
“Actually, that does sound like fun. Who wouldn’t want to hear a thousand renditions of emo guitar songs? I mean, sign me up for that.”
“Fine, don’t come, but you’re missing out.” He looked at the cab and sighed heavily.
“If you’re going to twist my arm, I guess I can come.”
I told him I’d give him a call and tell him where and when, and then with a wave he was in a cab and I was strolling toward the T and turning over his horrible advice.
12
Yes, it was horrible advice. I wasn’t the kind of girl who was good with secrets, especially secrets like this. I also sucked at lying to my parents. They knew EVERYTHING. More so than most parents, I think.
Of course I had to tell Sloane every single detail and I told her about his advice.
“That advice sucks.” Yes, I know.
“That is seriously, like the worst advice ever. Your parents wanted to set you up with this guy? He sounds like a moron.” And then I showed her a picture of Fin I’d taken on my phone when he wasn’t looking.
“Okay, so he’s a very attractive idiot, but still.”
I also told her about my plans to invite him to the bar with us.
“Hmm, I find this plan intriguing. You know what we should do, right?” I had no idea where she was going. Sometimes Sloane’s mind went to different places than mine and she had to practically give me a map and a GPS to get me there, and sometimes even then I was still lost. This was one of those times.
“Look at him. Dark hair, blue eyes? Funny and slightly weird? Who likes all of those things, and who is in need of a good sexy f**kfest?”
I was still not following, so Sloane smacked me on the arm.
“Marisol!”
Okay, I had to admit that it made sense. Marisol was one of those adorable bubbly girls that everyone loved and I could absolutely see her and Fin together. But the only thing Marisol hated more than guys who spit in the street was being set up. She was all sweetness and light until you tried to make her do something behind her back and then the darkness came out. I’d seen that once and I never wanted to see it again.