Page 63 of Electric Blue Love
“Give me some credit,” he interrupted. “We’re friends. We’ll be friends no matter what. So, Friday night? No pressure, you can just come as my friend. There’ll be free food and booze,” he added.
I hesitated, and Todd grabbed my hand, swinging it between us. “Just friends.”
“Alright. Yeah, that sounds nice.”
In the course of an hour I’d managed to get Todd to choose me over the allure of party games and girls vying for his attention, invite me off campus to meet his family, and all of this would have made me elated just a month ago. But now it didn’t. I wasn’t elated. I was sure we’d have a good time together and I was excited to meet his family, but my heart and my mind wandered to New York and to Court. I knew what I wanted.
I cut out early under the guise of an early morning meeting, which was true. I needed to call JC Engineering and give them my decision tomorrow. Back at home, I made myself a bowl of Capt’n Crunch and sat on the couch flipping through channels. When I’d watched an entire episode of The Golden Girls without remembering a single thing, I gave up and pulled out my notebook. It was time for a good ole pros and cons list before I was sold on my decision. But when I flipped open the book, I found the rules I’d written. The ones Court had taught me.
There is no such thing as the friend zone.
Men just want to have fun. Invite him to play drinking games, etc.
Dress in trendy but conservative dresses or skirts, heels, hair down, just a touch of makeup.
No sleeping with his friends.
Spend time where he is and stay in his line of vision
Have something prepared to say when you see him – mention his hobbies and ask about his future plans
Light touching is good
Don’t overthink things
Leave him wanting more
No vag shots – keep texting classy
I’d scribbled notes in the margins and written Court’s name and number for safekeeping. It was almost laughable as I read through the list. I’d done exactly what Court had said and he had gotten me the boy and now all my heart seemed to want was him. I gave in and texted him.
Me: When do you fly out?
Court: Tomorrow morning, but I don’t think I’ll be free until late tomorrow night. I arranged my flight so I don’t go back until Sunday afternoon, can we spend Saturday together?
Me: I don’t know. I might be busy washing my hair.
Court: Is that an invitation for shower sex? If so, kudos for stepping up your sexting game.
I blushed, but the idea wasn’t unwelcome.
Me: Lol. Only you could turn a brush off into an invitation
Court: Aww you trying to get rid of me sweet girl?
As if. I huffed with a dramatic eyeroll that would have made Cher fromCluelessproud.
Me: No, definitely not
Definitely, definitely not.
Knocking on Mr.Harrison’s door, I held up the resumes. “You want to take a look at these before I give them to Nancy?”
He motioned for me to come in and I did, placing the papers in his outstretched hand. “Finally picked your team?”
“I think so.”
He shuffled through them quickly, barely scanning them. “It’s your team. I won’t interfere with who you hire unless it becomes a problem down the line.”
