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I know I could tell them, but I just don’t want to. I don’t want to admit that I think I might like this guy. I don’t want them to try and convince me to go on a second date with him. I don’t want their input. I’m stubborn, so I want to make these decisions on my own. The fact that Lynn picked this man already sets him behind others I would have chosen for myself.

Pride can be both a beautiful and ugly thing. It can get in the way of so much, but it can also preserve you.

Thursday.

I’m on my way to dinner with the girls. Mary’s soon-to-be-in-laws are coming in, so her stress level is at the max. As dutiful friends and bridesmaids, we all agreed that dinner and drinks would do wonders for her.

I’m wearing a black sheath dress that stops just above my knee. I had a cardigan over it during the day to make it more professional, but I lost that now that I’m headed to dinner. The straps are spaghetti, and the neckline is straight, so it’s not too showy. Just a simple black dress.

Arriving at the restaurant, I don’t spot anyone, so I head to the bar and order a glass of wine.

Country Charm: Already at dinner? If so, have fun. Tell Lynn I said hey.

Me: I’m here. No one else is yet so I’m grabbing a glass.

Country Charm: Did you drive?

Me: No Hunter, I took an Uber.

Country Charm: What’s an Uber?

See, the man lives under a rock in some ways. He’s never used an Uber? He would hate it here in the city, plus he has that whole family farm legacy he could never leave. Honestly, I wonder why I continue to talk to someone when nothing can come of it.

Then it hits me: I could be Hunter’s friend. Friends who could sleep together. No strings, no expectations, no problem!

Me: It’s like a taxi, but cheaper and trackable.

Me: Hey Country Charm, would you say we are friends?

Country Charm: I guess.

Me: I like the sound of being your friend.

Country Charm: Where are you going with this… I know there is more.

Me: Ever have a FWB?

Country Charm: ???

Me: Friend with benefits.

Country Charm: Negative Cassidy, we are not going to be fuck buddies.

Me: COME ON! Why are you so difficult?

Country Charm: Because I wouldn’t be as charming if I was easy.

Me: You most certainly would.

Country Charm: Nice try. Enjoy dinner.

I take a long drink and then let out a long sigh.

“Long day at work, girl?” Georgie comes up to the stool next to me and waves down the bartender.

“Uh, yeah. I think I’m just tired. I was thinking it would be nice to get away.” I take another drink while she orders herself a glass.

“Like to the beach? That sounds heavenly.”

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