Page 58 of Lucy Loves Him Not
I watched him walk to his car, Moonica still in his back pocket.
Twenty-One
Olivia
how’s the date?
Me
ok
Olivia
only ok?! He’s definitely your type. I picked him specifically for you.
Me
he’s fine. I’m just distracted.
he really is a nice guy
Olivia
“fine” and “nice.” Sounds like a dream man.
why are you distracted?
Me
ahhhh I can’t talk about it right now
Olivia
shall I guess?
Me
no because I’m afraid you’ll guess right
Olivia
a tall, dark, and bespectacled man?
Irushed through my date like I was on my way to something else. My date, John, probably thought after our date I was on my way to another. By the end of the night, he’d given up, too.
We met at a nice Mexican restaurant. He offered to order appetizers, but my stomach was in knots, so I declined. I barely touched my entree. He asked me if it was too spicy, so I said I wasn’t feeling well. Because I wasn’t.
Adam’s words played on a loop in my mind like a background song for the whole evening.Why was I on a date with anyone other than him?
John asked me lots of questions about teaching, so much so it started to feel like a bad job interview. There was no flirting. I asked him the bare minimum that was required to be polite. He did not ask for my number or to see me again.
We both said, “It was nice to meet you,” and then I drove straight to Olivia’s.
“Adam said WHAT?” Olivia exclaimed after I told her everything that happened. I even filled her in on our late-night phone call that turned into a FaceTime. About all the thoughts and feelings that’d been swimming around in my head the past few weeks.
We sat together on her big, fluffy white duvet-covered bed.
“Wait, wait,” Olivia said before I could reply, both palms raised. “He told you he is jealous you’re being set up with other guys. He obviously wants to be the one on the dates with you.”
