back then too.”
He seems surprised. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I reiterate nervously. “I mean, I always had a boyfriend, so there was nothing I could do about it back then.”
“You shouldn’t have let that stop you,” he says jokingly (half-jokingly?). “You’d be amazed how many girls I’ve dated who’ve had boyfriends at the time.”
Okey-dokey. Now what? I put the wineglass back up to my lips, then decide to put it back down. I want to be clearheaded (or relatively clearheaded) for this.
Well, let’s see … Choice number one: slowly stand up from the couch and head to my bedroom, careful to turn around and eye him seductively right before disappearing into my boudoir.
In Eeyore pajamas? Difficult to pull off.
Choice number two: look at him coquettishly while I sip my wine and hope he thinks to make a move on his own?
I’ve spent more than a decade waiting for him to make a move. Once, when I tried to eye him coquettishly, he asked if I had something in my eye.
Choice number three: skip the wine, the coquettish look, and the trip to the boudoir, and pounce on him like a poodle on her favorite chew toy!
“So, do you have a date to the wedding?” Jay asks me, interrupting my internal debate.
“Huh? Oh. Not really,” I say a bit too quickly. “I mean, kind of…”
But before I can explain the Jeff situation, Jay leans in and kisses me.
It’s a soft kiss. No tongue, no expectation. Just a very nice, sweet kiss.
I have no idea what to make of it.
So I do what most women do in this situation—I fill the room with lots of unnecessary words. “Jeff’s my date. Remember my old boyfriend from my sophomore year?”
Jay looks disappointed, and I quickly try to think of a way to backtrack. But before I can explain further, we hear Seema and Scott walk up the front walkway.
We both immediately retract to opposite sides of the three-cushion couch.
“I’m just saying, it was a little strange to walk in on, that’s all,” I hear Seema argue to Scott as we hear the key going into the lock.
As the key unlocks the dead bolt, I can hear Scott continue the heated discussion. “So you’re mad because I was talking to the stripper, instead of letting her grind me?”
“I’m not mad you were talking to her!” Seema says, clearly mad. “I just don’t understand why you needed to talk to her about where our future children are going to elementary school.”
“The LA public school system is very complicated,” Scott points out as Seema opens the door. “You’ve got your magnets, your charters, plus open-enrollment options. And that’s not even taking into account looking for a house near a good neighborhood school.”
Jay jumps off the couch (so quickly as to almost be insulting) and jokes, “And then there’s preschool. You’ve got your blocks, your colors, should you focus more on letters and numbers, or sandbox time?”
“Jay!” Seema practically squeals. “What are you doing here?”
“Apparently missing the weirdest bachelor party on record,” Jay says, pulling her into a huge hug.
“I thought you weren’t coming until Thursday,” Seema tells him as Jay and Scott shake hands.
“When is the rest of the family coming?” Jay asks.
“Monday. Well, except Auntie Hema, she’s already here.”
“Then I’m not coming until Thursday.”
Seema shakes her head at his answer, then jumps up a bit and gives him another hug. “Oh, I’m so excited to see you! Let me go put on my pajamas, and we’ll stay up all night catching up.”
Seema trots over to her bedroom, and Jay and I exchange a disappointed look.
Which Scott notices. “Um, Seema, maybe we should just go back to my place and let Jay get some rest. I’m sure he’s had a long flight and would like to catch his breath.”
“Don’t be silly,” she yells from her room. “I only see my big brother twice a year! I wanna make the most of it!”
Scott glances knowingly back and forth between Jay and me. “Seema,
He seems surprised. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I reiterate nervously. “I mean, I always had a boyfriend, so there was nothing I could do about it back then.”
“You shouldn’t have let that stop you,” he says jokingly (half-jokingly?). “You’d be amazed how many girls I’ve dated who’ve had boyfriends at the time.”
Okey-dokey. Now what? I put the wineglass back up to my lips, then decide to put it back down. I want to be clearheaded (or relatively clearheaded) for this.
Well, let’s see … Choice number one: slowly stand up from the couch and head to my bedroom, careful to turn around and eye him seductively right before disappearing into my boudoir.
In Eeyore pajamas? Difficult to pull off.
Choice number two: look at him coquettishly while I sip my wine and hope he thinks to make a move on his own?
I’ve spent more than a decade waiting for him to make a move. Once, when I tried to eye him coquettishly, he asked if I had something in my eye.
Choice number three: skip the wine, the coquettish look, and the trip to the boudoir, and pounce on him like a poodle on her favorite chew toy!
“So, do you have a date to the wedding?” Jay asks me, interrupting my internal debate.
“Huh? Oh. Not really,” I say a bit too quickly. “I mean, kind of…”
But before I can explain the Jeff situation, Jay leans in and kisses me.
It’s a soft kiss. No tongue, no expectation. Just a very nice, sweet kiss.
I have no idea what to make of it.
So I do what most women do in this situation—I fill the room with lots of unnecessary words. “Jeff’s my date. Remember my old boyfriend from my sophomore year?”
Jay looks disappointed, and I quickly try to think of a way to backtrack. But before I can explain further, we hear Seema and Scott walk up the front walkway.
We both immediately retract to opposite sides of the three-cushion couch.
“I’m just saying, it was a little strange to walk in on, that’s all,” I hear Seema argue to Scott as we hear the key going into the lock.
As the key unlocks the dead bolt, I can hear Scott continue the heated discussion. “So you’re mad because I was talking to the stripper, instead of letting her grind me?”
“I’m not mad you were talking to her!” Seema says, clearly mad. “I just don’t understand why you needed to talk to her about where our future children are going to elementary school.”
“The LA public school system is very complicated,” Scott points out as Seema opens the door. “You’ve got your magnets, your charters, plus open-enrollment options. And that’s not even taking into account looking for a house near a good neighborhood school.”
Jay jumps off the couch (so quickly as to almost be insulting) and jokes, “And then there’s preschool. You’ve got your blocks, your colors, should you focus more on letters and numbers, or sandbox time?”
“Jay!” Seema practically squeals. “What are you doing here?”
“Apparently missing the weirdest bachelor party on record,” Jay says, pulling her into a huge hug.
“I thought you weren’t coming until Thursday,” Seema tells him as Jay and Scott shake hands.
“When is the rest of the family coming?” Jay asks.
“Monday. Well, except Auntie Hema, she’s already here.”
“Then I’m not coming until Thursday.”
Seema shakes her head at his answer, then jumps up a bit and gives him another hug. “Oh, I’m so excited to see you! Let me go put on my pajamas, and we’ll stay up all night catching up.”
Seema trots over to her bedroom, and Jay and I exchange a disappointed look.
Which Scott notices. “Um, Seema, maybe we should just go back to my place and let Jay get some rest. I’m sure he’s had a long flight and would like to catch his breath.”
“Don’t be silly,” she yells from her room. “I only see my big brother twice a year! I wanna make the most of it!”
Scott glances knowingly back and forth between Jay and me. “Seema,
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