He scoffs at me. I make a face back at him.
Then I keep talking. “Look, I am sorry. For real. I’m sorry that you have to cancel dates, I’m sorry that you’re saddled with me—”
“Oh, come on, Sadie.”
I take a deep breath. “Fine. I’ll be honest, the whole idea of dating is odd to me. I’ve only ever dated Aaron, so to have a guy call me up to make or break a date is a foreign concept. And then to lie about it. I mean, you just fortified every single girl’s fear about men. Why didn’t you just tell them the truth?”
He laughs, but it’s not genuine. “That a woman I was trying to hook up with at a wedding reception fell, got a concussion, and now I’m nursing her back to health in my house? Is that the truth you think I should tell?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Well, yeah.”
“Trust me, that would not go over well,” he says.
“What do you care? You said so yourself, no settling down, you just want to play the field. And it’s obvious that you don’t really want a future with any of these girls, so what gives?”
“Are you always like this?”
“I hate it when a question is answered with another question.”
“Okay, fine, I don’t like to burn my bridges, so to speak.”
“But haven’t you already burned bridges with the girls you’ve never called?”
“Well, yeah, but no since adding to that list before I . . .”
“Before you what?”
“Nothing.”
“Ohmigod, you were going to say before you sleep with them, weren’t you?” My eyes widen, and my mouth drops open. I can’t even believe this guy.
“No.” His words say no, but his face says yes.
“You were too.”
“I was not. I was going to say before I get what I want from them.”
“Which is what, exactly?” I ask.
“To have a good time,” he says.
“By doing what?”
“Going out, having drinks, you know.”
“Going out, having drinks, and then sleeping with them?” I prompt.
“Fine. Yes. All I really want to do is get laid. The rest is just the means to the end.”
“I can’t even fathom that. Who lives like that?”
“I do,” he says. “Happy now?”
“Very. You’re a misogynist.”
“A what? I am not.”
“I think so,” I say.