Beach Break

Chapter seven

"No, no, nooooo," I said as I was crossing off words on a piece of paper that was supposed to make me realise what I was going to do with my life. "Oh God," I said frustrated. Every single job on the list had been crossed off – most of them because I didn't have the qualifications and the rest because I didn't want to do them. I was not going to clean offices all day long then I'd rather be a driving instructor. I had dropped the bomb to my dad that I didn't want to be teaching people how to drive anymore and the weirdest thing was that he had seemed overly happy about it. In fact he wanted to begin teaching again. Retire from your retirement, is that even possible? Apparently covering for me the last few weeks had made him realise that he missed it and that he missed working. I was trying to write a CV describing my qualifications and the person that I am. I was in the worst possible situation ever.

Hello, I'm Milla and I am 27 years old. I don't have a job and I don't have an education and I have no qualifications. I have no intentions of going back to college as I don't know what I want to do exactly. What am I going to do?

"Fuck it!" I said as I crushed the paper in my hand and threw it across the room and into one of the four corners in my living room. I was not exactly the tidiest person that ever lived. Giving up I pulled the chair back and walked into the kitchen to grab a granola bar before heading out of the door. I needed to clear my mind and the best thing I knew was just a five minute walk away from me.

*****

"Did you go on a date yesterday?" Mouse asked me as I was picking up my clothes from the floor and threw it back on my sweaty body. 

"Yeah, I did," I told him as I smiled. I looked at him as I thought I saw a pained reaction on his face and my smile faded.

"With a guy named Dick," the pained reaction on his face was washed away with a smirk. Dick, I know. I should have known just by the name that I should have run in the other direction when he asked me out the first time. I mean come on, Dick! Alone the thought of "dating" a dick made me laugh. My friends have always told me that I have the humour equivalent to that of a thirteen-year-old boy and maybe that was what had shaped me into the woman that I was.

Hello, I'm Milla and I am 27 years old and I have humour equivalent to that of a thirteen-year-old-boy and I date a guy named Dick.

Maybe it was more like triple dick. Dick was a dick with a dick and that is really the only way to put it and still I had said yes to another date with Dick. He was probably acting a huge dick to hide the small one in his pants, or maybe his name really lived up to his manhood. I didn't really know, because I hadn't bedded him yet. I didn't even want to and I didn't know why I had said yes to another date with him. Maybe it was just the name or maybe it was something else, but it definitely wasn't love. I had met Dick on the beach. Apparently that's where I pick up blokes. If you count in the way my parents think I met Mouse. However it was true, I had met Dick at the beach. He was a pommy and he came straight over to me flexing his white muscles while asking me out. How could I say no when he was flexing? Well honestly I was laughing on the inside; however I still agreed to go on a date. Dick was a talker and I knew that when I had managed to finish my meal without saying much except from nodding and the occasionally "really?". I actually managed to get away with the fact that I didn't give a shit about what he was talking about; which was mainly his own self. So again why the hell did I agree to go on another date? Well probably because I still hadn't learnt to say no at the right time.

"So how was he?" Mouse asked.

"A dick," I replied and Mouse burst with laughter. Dick was boring, irritating and uninteresting and if he was any more of a dick he would be a total dick.

"I can't believe you went out with someone called Dick,"

"I'm sleeping with a mouse," I said as I sat down in the bed next to him fully dressed. He was still naked and his bare torso made me want him to rip my clothes off again.