So lunch didn’t happen with Michelle till today. Here’s the relevant portion of the conversation:
“So, I’m sorry things didn’t work out with Adam,” I lied.
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re really sorry,” she said with a smile.
I laughed. “Okay, well, maybe I’m not crying per se… You seem to be taking it well.”
She explained, “My sister helped a lot. I’m mostly over it. I mean, we dated for eighteen months. I thought we were going to get married. But I haven’t been happy for a long time. And I guess I’m just fine with how things turned out. It’s for the best.”
All I heard was, “I’m over it.” It seemed like the whole Valentine’s Day thing was going to work out after all. I don’t remember my exact segue, but somehow I turned the conversation to Valentine’s Day.
“So I was wondering. I’m not doing anything and I’m guessing you’ve got no plans. Do you want to hang out and grab some dinner? No pressure or anything. I know it just sucks to spend Valentine’s Day alone.”
She looked away, kind of embarrassed and said, “I’m sorry. I’ve got plans.”
Then, still being a totally naive idiot, I said, “Oh, one of those things where you hang out with your single girlfriends?”
She smiled. “No, I’ve got a date.”
She might as well have gotten up and hit me over the head with her chair. I was literally speechless. In fact, my whole body was paralyzed. I just sat there staring at her. Then, after like twenty seconds, I said, “But…”
And that’s all I could get out. I just said “but” and I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
She must have understood my confusion because she explained, “I know it’s really soon but Alexa knew this guy, it’s this whole blind date thing, I know it’s totally awkward but Alexa said I shouldn’t be alone on Valentine’s Day.”
Alexa I’m guessing is her bitch sister.
She continued, “I’m sorry. I think it’s better this way. I think I just need something casual right now. I can’t just jump into something serious again.”
I said something about how I totally understood. How it was great to start dating again. How she should have fun.
But inside I was seething. Because I had the next fucking number in the deli line.