“Are you sure that you’re alright all on your own?” Kelly expression is pitying.
“I’m fine,” I mutter. “How is the show coming along, Kelly?”
“Fantastic. Amazing. Stressful.” She grins. “You are both coming, right?”
“We’ll be there with bells on.” Anam laughs.
“Because I need to get butts in seats!” Kelly grins.
“There are going to be seats?”
“Absolutely not. You will be aimlessly wandering around a mostly white room, drinking boxed wine, and eating sweaty cheese and crackers.”
“And pretending that we could possibly afford to buy one of your very beautiful paintings.” Anam rolls her eyes.
“They are very competitively priced.” Kelly smirks. “And I promise that when Jeremy and I have made it big you will both get invited to so many more exciting art shows. Bring a date if you can. We need more people, to give the event the appearance of popularity.”
“Ugh. No,” I mutter. “I am coming alone. I am never dating again.”
“Yes, Piper and I are going to become hot old cougars and wear hot pants and date younger men.” Anam nods.
“No. No. No. Piper has every excuse to be alone. But Anam youneeda boyfriend,” Kelly announces, pouring more champagne into both of their makeshift champagne glasses.
“No. Ew. No.”
“We all know it’s the only way totruehappiness.” Kelly laughs.
“It’s true,” I say. “I plan to never have happiness ever again. Anam it’s not too late for you.”
Anam sighs loudly and rolls her eyes dramatically.
“And the only thing that could possibly make you happier would be ahusband.” Kelly smirks.
“Eww, no.” Anam groans.
“Wouldn’t that be just the best!” Kelly continues teasing. “Can’t you picture her now, walking down the aisle in a beautiful white dress?!”
“Nooooo!” Anam wails dramatically.
“She would make such a beautiful bride.” I nod to Kelly. “Dedicating her heart to one person for the rest of her life.”
“Never!” Anam yells jokingly.
“With His and Hers towels in the bathroom!” Kelly says.
“I would rather die!” Anam collapses dramatically onto my living room carpet, keeping her glass of cheap champagne carefully level so she doesn’t spill a drop. “I will never allow myself to succumb to the pressures of monogamy!”
My friends hang out, discussing all the random boring parts of life that are fascinating when you talk about them with the right people, until we’ve finished the second bottle of champagne. When Kelly and Anam finally leave for the night, all that’s left is me, the cat, and my frustrated libido.
The apartment feels so empty without anyone here, when the shadows get long at night, it’s hard not to think about having someone to live with again.
Once again, it’s not Colin’s face I’m picturing. I’m thinking about Ant’s dark silhouette. Even though I have been doing everything in my power to kick him out of my subconscious. It’s hard to even look at certain pieces of media without thinking about him. I can’t seeStar Trekwithout thinking about how Geordie is his favorite character, or playSmash Brotherswithout knowing he always picks Link??2.
It’s hard not to think about him a lot. I haven’t managed to orgasm since I left Ant’s apartment that weekend. My regular toys haven't really done it for me this week. It shouldn't be a big deal. It’s only been a couple days, but I can’t manage to get there.
Crap. I am such an idiot.
I can’t believe I’ve lost my orgasm.
