just point us out to where we can change into
our swimming suits.” He tells Ciara.
“Come with me and when you finish getting ready, you can come back and pair with Brianna.
I’m sure she will do a great job showing you and the guys where everything is at and how to work the car line.” I give
her a tight lipped smile and she winked at me - WINKED! – Ugh! Colton moved his truck out of the wash line and he returned with two gym bags.
He called to Traxx and Notso to follow him. I just stood there, fuming, trying to
figure out how I am going to handle the gray eyed devil who continues to run into
me, shaking all my walls looking for a crack in my defenses.
Colton
This is not exactly how I expected to spend part of my day, but you know what they
say, seize the day and all that shit. Things were going a lot faster in the car wash
since we were helping the girls out, and we noticed an increase in female customers.
I was being nice, because I knew the tips would be better, but I had no real interest
in anyone but the brunette beauty I was staring at all damn day. I tried really hard
to get her to talk to me, but she has been avoiding any type of real conversation.
I am not giving up.
“So that guy that you were talking to when we got here, did he get your number?”
“What do you care if he did or didn’t?”
“Because if that loser got your digits, then maybe you should give them to me, too.”
She sighs dramatically. “He didn’t get my number. In fact no one has. That is not
the way I operate.”
“Hmm, so, what is your favorite method of operation?”
“If they ask for my number, I refuse to give it to them. If they insist, I get their
number instead and promise to call. When they leave, I throw their number in the trash.
I hate pushy people.” She gives me a hint of a smile as if to ask me if I am the pushy
kind. I’m not a quitter, that’s for sure, but this lets me know that I need to come
up with different options. Then she adds “I don’t have time for dating and I certainly
don’t have time for idiots.” Then she smiles really big and she gives me a glimpse
of that cute dimple. Life is just not fair.
“Are you opposed to casually see someone, no strings attached?” I ask her. Where there’s
a will, there is a way. What is up with me and all these clichés running through my head? Ugh!
“Not really. I like friends with benefits. That’s pretty much the way I prefer it.”
My eyes grow wide. I have never heard a girl say those words ever! This may be easier
than I thought it would be. “Friends with benefits, really? And how do you choose
those?”
“Very carefully.” She gives me a funny look. “Look, I am not a slut. I don’t jump
around from lap to lap. I establish friendships and when I determine that the guy
is not a possessive jerk, I may make the offer. I will continue to have this type
of relationship with the same guy until he decides he wants to seriously date a girl.
Once that happens, I back up and look for someone else to fill the void. My life is
too busy and I have many interests to dedicate too much time to a serious relationship.”
I am speechless. This is awesome! I finally realize my mouth is wide open. Closing
it, I swallow a large knot in my throat and manage to continue this conversation.
This is the most she has talked all afternoon. Might as well keep it going.
“That is very guy-like of you. Don’t you think?”
“I don’t operate emotionally like most girls do. I am more analytical, pre-emptive
strike, kind of girl. I love things most guys like: speed, hunting, fishing, shooting…
but I enjoy being a girl and dressing like one when the occasion calls for it. I try
to look at it as having the best of both worlds, don’t you think?”
Niiiice! And the score keeps going up. “So, how did you come to be that way?”
“Well, Colton, this is
our swimming suits.” He tells Ciara.
“Come with me and when you finish getting ready, you can come back and pair with Brianna.
I’m sure she will do a great job showing you and the guys where everything is at and how to work the car line.” I give
her a tight lipped smile and she winked at me - WINKED! – Ugh! Colton moved his truck out of the wash line and he returned with two gym bags.
He called to Traxx and Notso to follow him. I just stood there, fuming, trying to
figure out how I am going to handle the gray eyed devil who continues to run into
me, shaking all my walls looking for a crack in my defenses.
Colton
This is not exactly how I expected to spend part of my day, but you know what they
say, seize the day and all that shit. Things were going a lot faster in the car wash
since we were helping the girls out, and we noticed an increase in female customers.
I was being nice, because I knew the tips would be better, but I had no real interest
in anyone but the brunette beauty I was staring at all damn day. I tried really hard
to get her to talk to me, but she has been avoiding any type of real conversation.
I am not giving up.
“So that guy that you were talking to when we got here, did he get your number?”
“What do you care if he did or didn’t?”
“Because if that loser got your digits, then maybe you should give them to me, too.”
She sighs dramatically. “He didn’t get my number. In fact no one has. That is not
the way I operate.”
“Hmm, so, what is your favorite method of operation?”
“If they ask for my number, I refuse to give it to them. If they insist, I get their
number instead and promise to call. When they leave, I throw their number in the trash.
I hate pushy people.” She gives me a hint of a smile as if to ask me if I am the pushy
kind. I’m not a quitter, that’s for sure, but this lets me know that I need to come
up with different options. Then she adds “I don’t have time for dating and I certainly
don’t have time for idiots.” Then she smiles really big and she gives me a glimpse
of that cute dimple. Life is just not fair.
“Are you opposed to casually see someone, no strings attached?” I ask her. Where there’s
a will, there is a way. What is up with me and all these clichés running through my head? Ugh!
“Not really. I like friends with benefits. That’s pretty much the way I prefer it.”
My eyes grow wide. I have never heard a girl say those words ever! This may be easier
than I thought it would be. “Friends with benefits, really? And how do you choose
those?”
“Very carefully.” She gives me a funny look. “Look, I am not a slut. I don’t jump
around from lap to lap. I establish friendships and when I determine that the guy
is not a possessive jerk, I may make the offer. I will continue to have this type
of relationship with the same guy until he decides he wants to seriously date a girl.
Once that happens, I back up and look for someone else to fill the void. My life is
too busy and I have many interests to dedicate too much time to a serious relationship.”
I am speechless. This is awesome! I finally realize my mouth is wide open. Closing
it, I swallow a large knot in my throat and manage to continue this conversation.
This is the most she has talked all afternoon. Might as well keep it going.
“That is very guy-like of you. Don’t you think?”
“I don’t operate emotionally like most girls do. I am more analytical, pre-emptive
strike, kind of girl. I love things most guys like: speed, hunting, fishing, shooting…
but I enjoy being a girl and dressing like one when the occasion calls for it. I try
to look at it as having the best of both worlds, don’t you think?”
Niiiice! And the score keeps going up. “So, how did you come to be that way?”
“Well, Colton, this is
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