Page 87 of Love Unavoidable
“God, no, your men are all like, so good looking. It’s unnatural that you have so many good-looking people in one collection of friends. Life doesn’t work that way. TV and movies work that way, but not life.”
“Where have you been that you’re exposed to so many unattractive people?” She flips imaginary hair with her hand.
“I don’t know, I mean I think it’s more that you guys are all just unusually beautiful, so it kind of fits.”
“My god, Sadie, have you looked at yourself in the mirror? With your hair and tits, your skin, those eyes, that body, and your lips. You are like sex on a stick.”
I snort laugh in return.
“Ohmigod,” she says. “Are you the president for insecurities-are-us? Because you are delusional when it comes to yourself.”
“We can thank my mother for that. She says Aaron was only with me because he never realized he could do better since we’d only ever dated one another.”
“Wow, she sounds like a treat.”
“Yeah, well, she’s the only mother I have, so . . .”
“That doesn’t make her a good mother.”
“I know but respect your elders and all that.”
She rolls her eyes at me, then takes another drink of her margarita.
I change the subject. “Did I tell you that Aaron showed up at Ethan’s the other night?”
“Ohmigod! No, tell me!”
“He showed up and so did some girl named Melissa who apparently thinks she owns all rights to Ethan.” I tell her about what happened that night and the box of lady things I found.
“That shit is hilarious,” she says in response to the box story. “I don’t know what I would have done if I’d ever found a box like that at Brad’s house. I mean, it doesn’t surprise me with E. The ladies love him. He can’t get rid of them.”
“Okay, now you’re proving my point from earlier,”
“Shit. Sorry. But not really. I mean, the ladies love E, he’s like LL Cool-Stone. But he doesn’t love them back. I’ve never seen him this interested in a girl like he is with you.”
“I just, I don’t know if I can do it, Kat. I keep thinking about what my mom said. Although she also thinks I’m better off with Aaron, regardless. Do you think she’s right?”
“About getting back together with Aaron? Fuck no. And certainly not about handsome guys, otherwise I would be miserable. And I’ve never been happier, even with terminal cancer. How many people can say that about their lives?”
“I’m thinking none.”
“Exactly. So, let’s go with that your mom is wrong, because she sounds like Cunty McBitch face anyway.”
I laugh.
She continues, “Tell me this, why on earth wouldyouever think that going back to Aaron would be a good idea?”
I think on that for a minute. “Truth?”
She nods.
“I’m always afraid she’s right. My mom. Like she knows something that I don’t. Or can foretell things somehow. I don’t know. It’s just . . . what if I’m wrong?” I take a big drink of my margarita, then rub at my forehead to get rid of the brain freeze.
“Okay, I know I can be flippant, so just know that right now I’m being serious.”
I nod.
“What the fuck happened to you to make you so insecure about yourself and your choices?”
