Moth(30)

I shake my head. He’s not getting a response. He’s saying shit to get on my nerves and it’s working.



We’re seated in a busy area at a small table facing one another. We’re given water as we sit down, and order our drinks right away. They ask Windy for identification, but not me. I guess once you’re over thirty they don’t give a shit anymore.

“I’m twenty five.” She tells the waiter while handing him her driver’s license. I take a quick peek and see if it looks authentic. She’s literally taken the real Windy’s full identity. That would enlist the skill of a pretty good computer hacker.

Much to my surprise, Windy orders a hefty sized steak with two sides. I give my order and realize I’m going to have to come up with conversation while we wait to be served.

I get more comfortable in the small chair and sip at a newly delivered beer. “So, tell me again why we can’t be friends.”

It’s uncomfortable from the start. She’s cornered with no way out of answering unless she decides to get up and leave the restaurant with me still sitting there. She fidgets, a sign she’s hoping a good answer will pop in her head. “It’s a lot of things. I haven’t had a great life so far. My family is messed up, and I know involving anyone in my personal issues is a terrible way to start a friendship.”

“When you say problems are you implying your parents are killers, or on the run from the law, or is it more personal?”

“Wow, you really cut to the chase, Moth. Maybe we should talk about you for a while. You seem to have come out of nowhere. I know you told me why, but what is your interest in me?”

“You’re the first woman I met since I’ve been here. I feel like one encounter is a coincidence, twice is a sign.”

“What’s three times?”

I take another swig before responding. “I’ll let you know tomorrow.”

She smiles. “You’re not going to give up are you?”

“I don’t quit. I’m relentless. When I want something I’m used to getting it.”

“And you want me?” She’s moving around in her seat like she’s worried about how my reply will affect her ability to withstand my advances. She’s playing right into my hand.

“I think you’re beautiful. When I saw you saving that little old lady it was a huge turn on. You care about innocent people. Most people our age don’t worry about anything but themselves. You say your life is a mess, but you took the time to help someone in need. It shows what kind of a person you are on the inside.”

“Things aren’t always as they appear, Moth. You’re attracted to the person you think I am. If you knew my past you wouldn’t be so intrigued.”

“Well then I suppose we have a decision to make. You could spill all your dirty laundry on the table for me to judge, or I could tell you I don’t give a shit about your baggage or past. I live in the now.”

“And what do you want right now, aside from a medium grilled steak?”

“I want to enjoy you.”

“Enjoy me?” She laughs as she questions it. “What does that involve?”

“Use your imagination.”

Her hands go up. “Whoa. One date doesn’t grant you access into my pants. Why should I assume you're any different from my perverted coworkers? All you've done since the day we met was flirt with me. Who's to say I'm not getting myself into trouble just being around you?"

"I'm not like them. For starters, I'm not desperate. I've never had to be. I'm also not stressing about being anything more than friends. Sure, you're sexy as all hell, but I didn't move here to jump into something new right off the bat. I can't wave a magic wand and prove I'm not an *. For the most part I'm every bit of that definition, but I tell it like it is. What you see is what you get."

"Well, I'm not looking for a boyfriend. My life is far too complicated to involve someone in it."

"I'm cool with that. I don't know anyone else here yet, other than my roommates, who I obviously have nothing in common with. If you don't want to hang out I won't push."

She shakes her head. "No. It's not that. It would be nice to share a meal with someone every once in a while. My hectic schedule keeps me from being able to socialize."

This is a good sign. My plan is working. I've been cocky, now it's time to be a good listener. Whatever this chick needs in order to trust me I’ll give to her. The sooner I can be done with this charade the better, as far as my dick is concerned.

A cold shower will be necessary when the night is over for sure.

I cackle. It’s funny to see her attempts at seeming innocent, especially after knowing she’s horny and needs a good f*ck. I’m not saying I should give it to her, but I can’t deny my deadly attraction to this woman in front of me. “Let’s be friends. No judging. If a topic is off limits we’ll agree to let it go. My roommates aren’t the best to hang out with. Between classes and my shitty job I could use some company when I want to unwind. If you want to bitch about the idiots at the office, I’ll be around.”

“I can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“I’m not afraid of anything. You should know that ahead of time.”