Despite It All

Chapter 2

"So, are you excited for tonight?"

I place my phone on speakerphone, allowing me to hear my best friend Sami while I attempt to straighten my natural, brown waves.

"Yeah, I think it'll be nice. But I'm trying not to get too excited. You know what happened last time."

Three weeks have gone by since I revealed to my coworkers that I'm no longer seeing Logan. The blow has definitely softened, and Holly has remained persistent in her pursuit to set me up with Mark. After some scheduling issues—working weekends is a bitch—we are finally going to dinner tonight.

"Oh Laur, forget about that guy. Mark is really hot and seems nice. Maybe you'll end your dry spell. It's been what now, four months? Five?"

"Okay, rude. And... it's seven."

Ugh.

"But you know me. I just have a hard time jumping into bed with someone right away. It definitely won't be happening tonight." Unfortunately, another steamy read will have to get me through the night.

"Hence the second hymen growing in your vagina. Jesus, girl. Why don't you just listen to your body tonight?"

I roll my eyes, "Okay, do you have anything constructive to say or can I hang up now so I can finish getting ready?"

"Fine, I'll chill. What are you wearing?"

It's late August and still warm, so I'm opting for one of my favorite date night dresses, a knee-length black dress. It has spaghetti straps and a sweetheart neckline that perfectly hugs my C-cups. It's classy enough to fit into any situation, yet it has a certain sex appeal to it.

"My favorite black one."

"Oh, perfect. He won't know what to do with himself. You look so hot in that."

I shake my head, smiling. Sami always knows how to make me feel good, and I don't think I could have gotten through the last 14 years of my life without her.

"Okay, let's go over the rules before you leave."

I sigh, "Is this necessary?"

"What's rule one, Laur?"

A pause. "No talking about poop during dinner."

"No no, it's no talking about poop at all. And while we're here, let me expand to say this should also encompass diarrhea, urine, farts, or vomit. Actually, any bodily fluid that isn't his jizz or your oozing vagina just needs to be off limits."

I can't help but laugh, "I don't do that all the time, you know. I know when to turn it off."

She scoffs, "Psht. Right. Like last week at lunch when you told me about the yellow diarrhea you found on your scrub pants the day before?"

"And? We're best friends. If I can't tell you, who can I tell?"

"Laur, I WAS EATING CURRY. LITERALLY YELLOW CURRY. C'MON!"

My laughter cannot be stopped at this point. I make a point to set down the straightening iron because I am actually afraid I'll burn myself. My eyes are watering, and thank goodness I haven't put my makeup on just yet because I know my mascara would be ruined.

"Sami, I love you but I've got to go. I'm meeting him at the restaurant in 35 minutes and it'll be at least a 15 minute Uber ride. I promise to keep the bodily functions to a minimum, tonight."

"Have fun, babe."

"Talk to you later," I hang up.

Shoot, I really do need to hurry. I take some time to apply some light makeup. A bit of blush to my bronzed skin, some liner to highlight my blue eyes, and a coat of mascara. I toss a nude lipstick into my clutch, figuring I'll make a game time decision on whether or not to apply it.