“I guess that’s just the way the cookie crumbles.” Marie shrugged her shoulders. She took off her jacket and tossed it onto her bed. She sat down to take off her dancing shoe and stared up at me expecting a snarky reply.
I sighed laying down across the foot of her bed. I didn’t know what else to say to her. She wasn’t being very supportive, but she was right at the same time.
“If you really wanted to be something more with Dave, then you would have been. Instead, you decided to sit down at the bar the entire time.” Marie tossed her shoes into the closet and then began to get undressed.
“Just because I didn’t feel like dancing tonight doesn’t mean I don’t want to be something more with Dave.” I sat up in the bed glaring at her.
“Well, you made it seem like that. If you didn’t feel up to dancing then why did you go tonight?” Marie wondered slipping her nightgown over her head.
“I went because you really wanted me to go. You wanted to be a wing-woman for you in case Alex was there… remember?” I scoffed. “Dave just happened to be there, too. How was I going to know? He just showed up. I wasn’t in the mood to dance. I can’t help the way I feel.”
“You could have given him one dance. I mean, how long is the average song? Three minutes or so? You would have survived that.” Marie disappeared into the bathroom, but left the door open.
I walked over to the door and leaned in the doorway. I watched Marie lean inches away from the mirror as she rubbed the make-up off her face.
“This is all your fault, you know. I wouldn’t have gone tonight if you didn’t make me.” I muttered.
“No one made you, honey. You decided to come because you wanted to check Alex out. In your words, you wanted to make sure that he would be a good fit for me.” Marie countered.
“Right,” I agreed trying to think of a way to use that as an advantage, “so I was too busy watching you and Alex. How could I dance with Dave if I was watching you and Alex?”
Marie took the facecloth off her face and stared at me through the mirror. “Are you kidding me? You need to stop making up excuses. You blew it with Dave, let it go.”
“I didn’t blow it with him… he could still call me, you never know.” I sighed.
“Or you could call him.” Marie smirked at me.
I rolled my eyes. “Why do you always have to twist everything around? If I don’t call him, then we’re going to have this conversation all over again and I’m really going to blow it.”
“So call him.” Marie shrugged.
“But…”
“You can use my cell phone.”
“I have my own.” I glared at her.
“Perfect. He’ll recognize the number. Even better.” Marie shooed me away with a wave of her arm and looked at herself in the mirror again.
I left the bathroom not wanting to argue with her anymore. I entered her bedroom and sat down on the foot of her bed. My purse sat next to me and we stared at each other for a few moments. Finally, I opened it and took out my cell phone.
I had a missed called from Dave. I grunted. Did I really blow it? Was he calling to tell me that I was an idiot and he didn’t want to speak to me again?
I turned on the voicemail:
Hey, it’s Dave. I was just calling to make sure you were alright. You seemed kind of down tonight… or maybe you weren’t feeling well or something. Maybe I’m just being dumb. I don’t know.
Anyway, I was just making you were okay and if you feel like talking, I’m here. Uh… maybe we should get together sometime? I don’t know. You can call me back if you want… or not. Up to you. Okay, I’m going to go now. Bye.
…It’s Dave, by the way. Bye.
I smiled listening to the message. I knew I didn’t blow it with him. I deleted the message and then dialed his number. I listened to the ringing anticipating the sound of his voice.
