Stay?
G currently lives with his family because he’s finishing up school and about to head across the world in February to get his master’s. His family left to celebrate his grandmother’s 80th birthday in Florida. He was going to go with them, but had his ticket changed to fly in next week before Thanksgiving so he could have the place to himself and “have a get-together.� Apparently, it’s the party house and pretty much the place to be.
It’s seven o’clock and I’m more interested in taking a nap than showering and heading out the door to socialize somewhere I’ve never been with questionable company… I’m still not sure where “we� stand and am not in the mood to try to figure it out. Just friends? More than? Ugh. I’m exhausted.
“What if he wanted to stay this weekend for you, Sand?� My mom, always the optimist.
“I’m calling it. Watch, you’ll be the only one there.� My brother, typical guy.
“Bring your bathing suit too in case we go into the jcuz.� Another text from G…huh.
Okay, so I shaved my legs for him. Well, him and his friends …especially the girls because we’re more likely to notice those types of things. I swear, we doll ourselves up for women first because of the looming judgment that is inevitably going to be passed. Girls rip each other apart. Guys just reap the benefits of having the eye candy.
Contrary to popular belief, I’m not so arrogant as to think that he stuck around this weekend for me… Come on now, let’s be real. If I had a jacuzzi to keep me company, I probably wouldn’t mind having a place to myself for a weekend either.
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