Jack to dinner?”
“I do. You said you were too busy,” he replied.
“How about tomorrow night?” I suggested.
Dad grinned. “Are you serious? You’re coming home for dinner?”
I couldn’t recall seeing Dad this happy about anything other than one of his divers winning an event. Part of me felt bad for doing this, but then again, I was done being a pawn for these two. It was time to show them who was in charge of my life. Me.
“Yes. I’ll call Mom to find out what to bring,” I said.
He got up and said, “You already know the answer. She’ll tell you to bring nothing.”
I smiled and said, “And you’ll tell me, nothing but Jack.”
He nodded and said, “I’m sorry again for lying to you.”
I walked around from behind my desk and wrapped my arms around my dad, hugging him tightly. “It’s in the past.”
“I love you, Deidre.”
“I love you too, Dad.”
When he left, I sat back down at my desk. I would tell Jack about the tomorrow’s slight change of plans later. Right now, I needed to think about how I was going to make him leave.
Asking Allison was practically useless. But it did make me want to read what The Love Vixen had to say today. She said the column came out each afternoon. Maybe a bit of laughter would help me see my situation more clearly.
I grabbed my cell phone and searched for The Love Vixen’s blog. The first thing that popped up was the one Allison had read to me from “Closeted”. I didn’t need to read that twice. I hit refresh and the one dated today loaded.
Dear Love Vixen,
I’m writing for a friend. She’s been in love with this guy for years, but she doesn’t know it, or at least, isn’t willing to admit it. I would tell her, but she changes the subject anytime I try. All she does is bury herself in her work as though that will make her forget. How can I make her see that if she doesn’t take a chance on love, she’ll end up old and alone? Should I tell her the truth or should she just buy stock in batteries because that’s all she’s going to have to keep her warm at night?
-A BFF with a stubborn friend
I put my phone down. Well, time to plan Allison’s funeral. There was no way Allison had written in about me. If she had, she’d be calling me proud that her letter had been chosen. But really, I found myself chuckling. Definitely buy stock in batteries. They never let you down.
Normally, I’d stop reading, but Allison was correct, you just had to know what The Love Vixen had to say. So on I read.
Dear Stubby’s BFF,
Before I get into your question, may I first mention that a woman does not need a man to complete her? We are strong, smart, and perfectly capable of taking care of ourselves.
That being said, your friend may not be admitting her feelings to you, but she knows exactly how she feels about the guy. Now you must ask yourself, why isn’t she sharing those feelings with you? Perhaps because BFF designation doesn’t automatically garner you entrance into her feelings. Could there be something from the past that hinders her from doing so? I will leave you to ponder that.
Now, using work as a deflective behavior isn’t healthy and while it may increase profits, money certainly can’t buy happiness. Is it your job to point that out? No. Don’t be a buttinski. The decision isn’t yours. You can however, maintain your BFF status by offering up invitations to fun activities and gatherings, and whatever you do, DON’T invite that guy in hopes she comes to her senses.
BTW-a woman’s happiness is not determined by a penis. If that were the case, a lot of women would be crying. Remember, a woman might have a man, but that doesn’t mean he knows how to use his penis. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with a strong set of Energizers. They keep going and going and going…
Good luck, hon,
The Love Vixen
Now that advice was hilarious. I mean, at least we were on the same page. A man just means more dishes to wash and having someone hog all the blankets at night. The Love Vixen nailed it.
A funny thought occurred to me. I’m going to mail her a brochure and a complimentary Ultimate Pleasure Wand. It was crazy and made no sense at all, but I felt a kinship with The Love