Not So Nice Guy(18)
“I think I’m going to ask Sam out on a date,” I tell my mom on the phone Wednesday night.
“OH MY GOD.”
She drops her phone in shock and the screen shatters. She can’t call me back. This is why I don’t tell her things.
A few minutes later, I get a call from my dad’s number. Apparently, she stole his phone so we could continue our conversation.
She’s sniffling and when I push the subject, she admits she’s been crying.
“I’m just so happy. You two have been dancing around each other for years and I truly can’t imagine a more perfect woman for you.”
“She hasn’t said yes yet. In fact, I haven’t even asked her.”
“Oh, she will. Believe me, she’s going to say yes, and who knows?! By this time next year, I might have myself a daughter-in-law! AND GRANDBABIES!”
Obviously it was a mistake bringing my mom in on my plan. I usually keep her on a strict need-to-know basis as it makes my life a lot easier. In an attempt to be a better son, I thought I’d tell her about Sam.
The next day, she won’t stop texting me.
DAD: At the Apple store! They’re replacing my screen. This is Mom by the way. Have you asked Sam out yet? Let me know how it goes! confetti emoji heart-eyes emoji champagne emoji bride emoji groom emoji
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I don’t text her back.
She persists.
DAD: Can you even imagine? I hope the children get her hair!!!
DAD: Mom again. About the hair, your children would look good with your hair too, I would just really love a little girl who looks like Sam.
A few minutes pass.
DAD: Now I feel bad saying that. You’re cute too. Really.
DAD: Son, it’s your father. I need my phone back. Please tell your mom you’ll call her back when you have a minute.
DAD: Also, what the hell are you waiting for?
Not him too. I wonder if I should block them, but they’d probably just get new numbers. I’m tempted to call AT&T and have them cut text messages from my contract. In fact, I would if I wasn’t currently on the phone with Sam.
We’re talking through our curriculum for the sex-ed course tomorrow morning. Most of it’s preplanned for us, but Sam wants to be extra prepared.
“Why don’t you just grab a condom or two from your house for the demonstration?” she asks. “Oh wait, will they still unroll if they’re all expired and dried up? Don’t want to embarrass ourselves in front of the kids.”
“Hilarious. Make sure to bring your 55-gallon barrel of lube.”
“Ha. Why me—don’t you keep any around?” she asks, truly perplexed.
“I don’t usually need it.”
“Oh because the women who make it to your house are just little gushing Niagara Fallses 24/7?”
“24 is a stretch. I’d say it’s only during the act, so, three, usually four hours.”
She snorts. “Ooookay Casanova, let’s hope you’re keeping these mythical moist maidens properly hydrated. Jesus, I hope you offer them a Gatorade on the way out.”
I lean back on my couch and smile up at the ceiling. Bantering with Sam is my favorite part of the day.
“What else do you think we should bring? Some of your heavy-duty, gas-powered vibrators?”
“To save space, I’ll just bring the small one. I named it Ian—just a coincidence, no relation.”
We’re joking, but the idea of her naming a vibrator after me (even if it’s anatomically incorrect) makes my stomach squeeze.
Usually, I’d back off and steer us back toward friendship territory.
Tonight, I decide to push it. It’s called recognizing an opening when you see it.
“How often do you use him?”
I catch her audible intake of breath.
“Ha ha. Ian, c’mon, we need to focus or we won’t have anything to tell the kids in the morning. So far we’re just going to unroll a condom onto a banana—which, despite how common that seems to be in sex-ed pop culture, I’ve never actually done. What if it breaks? The boys will be turned off of safe sex forever.”
“Just let me handle it.”
“Do you think we should make up a rap or something, just so the lesson is more easily digested?”
“Absolutely,” I reply, deadpan. “I’m going to go out on a limb and assume you’ve already come up with something.”
“Oh, yeah. I mean, nothing major.”
Then she immediately breaks it out.
“My name is Sam and I’m here to say, sex can be fun in a healthy way.
You’ve got your condoms, lube, and some toys, but just say no to those unprotected boys.”
“That was off the top of your head?”
She doesn’t sound the least bit embarrassed when she replies, “I workshopped it during fourth period. Also, let’s just say I didn’t win the sixth-grade talent show for nothing. I went the middle school version of triple platinum.”
“I want that footage.”
“Pfft. You wish. Luckily for me, my dad had the lens cap on the camcorder the whole time.”