Friday

Love Notes

I'm on a flight back to my hometown of Chicago for the wedding of my good family friends from back home. I'm seated next to my friend's brother, who I've had a crush on since my family moved to Chicago when I was 8. I haven't seen him since I was in high school and I hear he's single for the first time in years. It's been over 9 years since I've seen him. We catch up on old stories about how annoying his sister and I were when we were little, my recent graduation from my MBA program and new job. I'm nervous talking to him as he's even more handsome than I remember. My crush on him is back in full bloom and I can feel the same butterflies I had back in the day when I'd draw "RE loves AM" on my pink spiral notebook. I'm downing shots of Tequila like tomorrows my last. He throws me on the the dance floor like we are good friends. He's swinging me across the room and making googly eyes at me all night. We kiss at the end of the night and head back up to his hotel room. His sister doesn't seem to notice as she's off drinking on he pier with the rest of the bridal party.

The next morning, I wake up and AM is butt naked (he has pretty cute one at that). I'm keep my eyes shut tight as to not stare at him as he sleeps and begin to picture what our kids will look like. I think about how we can tell the story to our grandchildren of how I loved their grandfather since I was 8 and how he was the cool 16 year old that would drive my friend and I to band practice. I'm shocked to think he actually finds me attractive now that I'm "finally his age" and how well we had hit it off last night. I can picture our future babies with his smile and muscular build and my olive skin tone and eyes.

The clock reads 5:59am and he's still in a deep sleep. I roll over next to him and realize the bed feels  wet. Really wet. I feel around his area and realize that my shorts are the ones that are wet. Fuck!

I look over and he looks so peaceful as the blood rushes to my face and I am utterly embarrassed. Our cute little babies and family bbq's with my best friend/ sister-in-law fade.

I sneak out and leave him a note as tears begin to roll down my cheeks.

For self esteem purposes, I have no choice but to write "I can't believe you did this".

We never speak of that night again.
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My Future Ex Husband

My Future Ex Husband: Tucker Max --- About us: San Francisco, bay area raised Catholic school girls dishing about the single life and how it all goes down. Occasional appearances by Ghost Writers, the girls crazy enough to be friends with us, with accounts crazier than ours.

The Truth:
We’re really good at getting what we want, partly because of our God given gift of persuasiveness and also years of practice perfecting our craft. We are also very competitive (especially with each other) and we don’t play fair. This is what happens when you’ve been friends for 16 years and lived next door to eachother. For the better part of our adolescence we were attached at the hip. We also come from very similar backgrounds; we are both the mutts of Asian and Caucasian parents. Therefore, we’re pretty much sisters, and fucking gorgeous. And the best thing about being family is that no matter how much you fuck up, the other one still has to love you (although I think this swings a little more in Greedy Greedy’s favor than mine).