Page 44 of The Other Guy

Homeless.

Well, living with my uncle.

Single.

Thank goodness for that one.

Petty thief.

Let’s see… what else? Oh! I have a crush on a guy who’s been receiving my ex-boyfriend’s one-night stand texts. Great.

It’s not so much that I don’t like my life, really. I just saw something bigger for myself at this point. But, maybe I’m focusing on all the negative rather than seeing the positive.

I’m healthy.

Great hair and skin.

I love what I do for a living.

I have a dog.

That one makes me giggle to myself.

Living with my uncle isn’t bad.

He’s awesome and I love him dearly.

Friends? Well, I don’t really have many of those. But I won’t add it to the negative or positive category just yet. Sometimes friends are a blessing. Sometimes they’re overrated. Right now, I’m just fortunate that I have a few in the online community that I’ve met through the website I sell my products through. Who says friends only happen in real life? These ladies understand my business and my passion for it. They support me and help me through the struggles. If that’s not a friend, I don’t know what is. It’s just that I don’t see them. Sure, they could be total and complete whackjobs and I don’t know it but my gut doesn’t lie. Aside from the whole Jeff thing so we’ll just call that one a learning experience.

They’re my friends.

I settled that one for myself.

“Kyle?” I shout through the house because in Jeff’s house I wasn’t allowed to but Kyle doesn’t care.

“Yes?”

“Pizza? Please?”

“Sure thing, honey! Let’s order in tonight. Extra cheese?”

I come into the living room where he’s resting in his oversized brown La-Z-Boy, sweatpants and hoodie on with slippers on his feet. He looks cozy and comfortable and I can’t wait to dress exactly the same.

“You know me well. What else?”

“Sausage and green peppers?”

“Yum. Let’s do it. Can we have them bring drinks, too? I am so in the mood for a bucket of cola.”

He laughs and lifts the remote to pause whatever he’s watching on the TV. “Sounds good to me. How about we have them bring dessert, too? Wings?”

I shake my head at the mention of wings. Too soon. Damn you, Jeff, for ruining my favorite food. Though, if I’m being honest with myself, I know I’ll be back to eating them in two days. I just need a day of mourning. Not the relationship, of course. My… well… I don’t know. I just know that I am not in the mood to eat wings again today.

“No wings. Just… brownies? Do they have those?”

“I’ll ask. Otherwise I think I’ve got a box of brownie mix in the cupboard. We could whip up a batch quick if you want.”

“Oh, let’s do that while we wait for the pizza.”

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