and it always leaves me feeling sad. I wasn’t ready to answer the questions people honestly wanted answered.
The bottom line is I had sex and then had a baby. I didn’t wear an engagement or wedding ring. I didn’t talk about a man in my life. That story would take forever. I could have written a full novel about that disastrous love affair but that would take at least a month. Tonight, I was in the mood for live music and the live scene.
“Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”
Drew held the apartment door open for me with a bow. He was funny, chivalrous and a total nerd. Overall, he was just adorable. Black square glasses sat on his face and they were not for show. Dimples and nerd glasses gave my belly a bit of a jolt and I smiled at him as I closed the door behind me. I pulled out my sunglasses after locking the door and fumbled to wipe them clean. Did I bring any baby wipes? Those would’ve been handy.
“What’s your son’s name?” Drew asked as we walked down the stairs to the driveway. He sounded slightly nervous about broaching the subject again.
“Niall,” I replied quickly, finally finding a dry baby wipe at the bottom of my bag and cleaning off the crud on my sunglasses. I pulled open the door of his black Volvo with leather interior and climbed in. After I put on my seatbelt and my glasses, I looked at him and smiled.
“Niall,” he stated as he started the ignition.
“Yup. So how many Phish shows have you been to?” I asked, steering the conversation way off motherhood. I did not want to talk about it. He got the hint.
“This will be my first,” he confessed.
“Wow! Really? Oh, how I love virgins,” I exclaimed. People who had never seen Phish play were in for a real experience. Back when I saw shows, we called them virgins because going to Phish was the closest act to sex. Drew pulled out of my driveway and gave me a sideways look. I snickered and put my hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t worry, you will understand by the end of the first set,” I teased. A giggle escaped me. I was going to a Phish concert and everything would be so perfect.
“Yeah, so, Nick tells me you work downtown and met at that bistro off Pearl Street?” he asked.
“Yeah. Someone pointed out I was fat and he came to my rescue. Then, he offered me a ticket to the show tonight, which I figured out, will be my twenty-third show.” I did a little fist pump in the air and hooted.
“Wow, twenty-three shows? Wait, Nick offered you a ticket? He doesn’t have any tickets,” he claimed.
“His girlfriend and him broke up so he is giving me hers,” I explained.
“No, she is coming with us. Caroline? You know, his new girl? They had been off and on for a few months. I guess they are back on. God, that guy has the life. Every woman answers to his beck and call. It’s annoying. So anyway, we are picking both of them up.” Drew looked over to me with a mischievous grin. Um, this wasn’t good.
“Wait?” I groaned. “What? I don’t have a ticket. I don’t even have the money to buy one in the lot. Shit, you should take me home.”
“Relax,” he said softly and put his hand on my shoulder. He looked at me until I met his eyes. “I bought you the extra ticket. I saw you at the bistro that day when we were having lunch with Claudia. When he mentioned you loved Phish, I got another ticket and insisted he ask you to go with us. I wanted you to come so I could meet you.”
Oh. Oh, shit. This was a set up. A million things flew through my head at once. First, I was on a blind date and already admitted I was a mother. I let the guy in my house!!! He knows where I live. Nick didn’t actually want me to go alone with him? My heart sank. Oh my God, I have to spend the night with his on again girlfriend, Caroline, too? Is this a fucking joke? I must be the biggest fool for not asking more questions. I groaned.
I rolled the car window down and stuck my head out of it. Breathe. Breathe. When I turned back in, Drew was
The bottom line is I had sex and then had a baby. I didn’t wear an engagement or wedding ring. I didn’t talk about a man in my life. That story would take forever. I could have written a full novel about that disastrous love affair but that would take at least a month. Tonight, I was in the mood for live music and the live scene.
“Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”
Drew held the apartment door open for me with a bow. He was funny, chivalrous and a total nerd. Overall, he was just adorable. Black square glasses sat on his face and they were not for show. Dimples and nerd glasses gave my belly a bit of a jolt and I smiled at him as I closed the door behind me. I pulled out my sunglasses after locking the door and fumbled to wipe them clean. Did I bring any baby wipes? Those would’ve been handy.
“What’s your son’s name?” Drew asked as we walked down the stairs to the driveway. He sounded slightly nervous about broaching the subject again.
“Niall,” I replied quickly, finally finding a dry baby wipe at the bottom of my bag and cleaning off the crud on my sunglasses. I pulled open the door of his black Volvo with leather interior and climbed in. After I put on my seatbelt and my glasses, I looked at him and smiled.
“Niall,” he stated as he started the ignition.
“Yup. So how many Phish shows have you been to?” I asked, steering the conversation way off motherhood. I did not want to talk about it. He got the hint.
“This will be my first,” he confessed.
“Wow! Really? Oh, how I love virgins,” I exclaimed. People who had never seen Phish play were in for a real experience. Back when I saw shows, we called them virgins because going to Phish was the closest act to sex. Drew pulled out of my driveway and gave me a sideways look. I snickered and put my hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t worry, you will understand by the end of the first set,” I teased. A giggle escaped me. I was going to a Phish concert and everything would be so perfect.
“Yeah, so, Nick tells me you work downtown and met at that bistro off Pearl Street?” he asked.
“Yeah. Someone pointed out I was fat and he came to my rescue. Then, he offered me a ticket to the show tonight, which I figured out, will be my twenty-third show.” I did a little fist pump in the air and hooted.
“Wow, twenty-three shows? Wait, Nick offered you a ticket? He doesn’t have any tickets,” he claimed.
“His girlfriend and him broke up so he is giving me hers,” I explained.
“No, she is coming with us. Caroline? You know, his new girl? They had been off and on for a few months. I guess they are back on. God, that guy has the life. Every woman answers to his beck and call. It’s annoying. So anyway, we are picking both of them up.” Drew looked over to me with a mischievous grin. Um, this wasn’t good.
“Wait?” I groaned. “What? I don’t have a ticket. I don’t even have the money to buy one in the lot. Shit, you should take me home.”
“Relax,” he said softly and put his hand on my shoulder. He looked at me until I met his eyes. “I bought you the extra ticket. I saw you at the bistro that day when we were having lunch with Claudia. When he mentioned you loved Phish, I got another ticket and insisted he ask you to go with us. I wanted you to come so I could meet you.”
Oh. Oh, shit. This was a set up. A million things flew through my head at once. First, I was on a blind date and already admitted I was a mother. I let the guy in my house!!! He knows where I live. Nick didn’t actually want me to go alone with him? My heart sank. Oh my God, I have to spend the night with his on again girlfriend, Caroline, too? Is this a fucking joke? I must be the biggest fool for not asking more questions. I groaned.
I rolled the car window down and stuck my head out of it. Breathe. Breathe. When I turned back in, Drew was
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