it’s your favorite. Just because I had my heart crushed in the lobby doesn’t mean you can’t go there anymore.” It’s a good try but I don’t buy that pile of shit. I’m sure she wouldn’t step foot in The Plaza even if she owned it.
“No, I’d honestly rather stay at The Pierre. I don’t feel like running into anyone I know.” It’s a half-truth; everyone I know spends way too much time at The Plaza. And now with the new food court downstairs, the Bergdorf shoppers—AKA my mom, my sister-in-law, and all her friends—have all become permanent fixtures there. I don’t want to run into anybody that knows Jeff or me.
Jeff…every time I say his name a chill seeps inside me. If I were only a few years older when we’d met, would I have been his wife? Would we be raising a family together? Will it ever stop hurting? I need to change my life around. I need to start fucking ASAP and get myself out of this depressive funk. After fifteen years of only letting one man inside me, isn’t it time I make a change? Shouldn’t I feel what it’s like to have a careless fuck with someone I don’t love? Maybe I should call Scott? He’s been trying to get inside my panties for the past few months. I overheard his secretary tell my secretary in the bathroom that she had to blow him for thirty minutes until he finally came, but it was worth it because he ate her out like no one ever did. Nah, I’m not in the mood for oral—that’s way too personal and then I’ll have to see him around the office. Bad idea. I’ll just call Brian, my neighbor, or more accurately, my former neighbor from 8B. At last year’s building holiday get together, when I asked what he does for a living, he answered, “putting a smile on women’s faces” and handed me his number. I could use something to smile about. Tonight, I need to be happy. It’s nice to be able to call people when you know exactly what you need.
“Sara, Sara…earth to Sara. Are you all right? Where did you go? You’re spacing out on me. If you’re ready, let’s go.” Yeah, I’m ready to start changing my life. I’m ready to start acting like that slut that everybody thinks I am.
“Yeah, I’m ready. I was just thinking about what I’d like to eat for dinner tonight.” Or to be more precise, who I’d like for dinner. I should text Brian before I change my mind. “Em, give me a minute and let me send a text,” I say, as I walk toward the bar to pay our tab and muster all my nerve to text Brian, whose last name I don’t even know, and see how he plans to hopefully put a smile on my face tonight.
-Brian, this is Sara from 10P in your building. Do you remember me?-
-Kate Moss’ doppelganger? How can anyone forget you, Sara? Are you out of sugar?-
His response makes me laugh, I haven’t had anyone call me Kate’s twin in many years, but in high school and college, I used to hear that at least twice a day. I think I look nothing like her.
-Are you available to eat tonight?-
It takes him less than a few seconds to answer me.
-I’m available to eat you tonight.-
I blush at his forwardness, but that’s the exact response I needed.
-9PM at The Pierre Lobby Bar.-
-Are you trying to make this hard for me? You know I can just come up. But if you’re into role-playing I’ll be there and I’ll bring my appetite.-
-I’ll bring your main course.-
I type out, thrilled at my level of audacity.
-I’m getting hard just thinking about your main course.-
-Can’t wait…come hungry.-
-Fuck, Sara…I may be upstairs earlier to get a sample.-
-Lol. See ya at The Pierre-
I have a big smile on my face as I walk back to our booth and look up to see Em studying me like a mother hen.
“What?”
“You know what. Did you just arrange a booty call?” Yeah, the first booty call of my life that’s not with him.
“And what if I did? I don’t have a hot husband to help me get myself off. Some of us need to fuck multiple people in our lifetime before we find someone we want to fuck until our vagina dries out.” We laugh in unison. I need to laugh, pretend like I always do that everything is just