I’ve waited years for the perfect girl, yet she was right in front of me all along.
My best friend, Natalie, has been by my side through everything. Leaning on my shoulder, borrowing my sweatshirts"and making my pants too tight when she flashes me that sassy smile that drives me crazy.
But she has no idea about that last part. She doesn’t have a clue I’ve felt this way about her for years.
Until one night after too many cocktails, we fall into bed together.
I’m flirting with my forever"she just doesn’t know it yet.
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"A beer for this guy." I motion to the bartender to bring another for my miserable-looking buddy. Jack and I have been friends for fifteen years, and I"ve never seen him this torn up over a girl. Ever. Heartbreak isn"t a good look on a man. That"s an undeniable truth.
A bottle of beer appears a few moments later, and I push it closer to him. "Drink up."
"Thanks, man," Jack says, taking a long swig.
It isn"t often that I volunteer to be the designated driver, but when I got the call from Jack this afternoon that his long-term girlfriend broke up with him over text, I knew he"d be drinking a bit heavier than our usual one or two reserved for Friday nights. We can"t drink the way we used to in college without calling most of Saturday a complete wash.
But tonight is different. He deserves to work out his problems with his drink of choice without worrying about getting home to our apartment safely, so I told him I"d stick to water for the evening.
"All I"m saying is she could have had the decency to say it to my face," Jack says, wiping the beer foam off his lips with the side of his hand. "What kind of person ends a year-long relationship over text message""
"The kind of person who doesn"t deserve you," I say, gesturing to the bartender for another cold one. He pops the top off a bottle for Jack and slides over a bowl of bar mix for me.
Jack sighs, sliding his empty beer bottle to the bartender. "Yeah, I guess you"re right." He groans, staring down the neck of his beer like the answer to his relationship problems is floating in there somewhere.
"Damn straight I"m right. Name one time I"ve been wrong in all the years we"ve been friends."
He rests his chin on his fist but doesn"t answer. Either because he can"t think of a time, or because the alcohol has made his brain fuzzy, or maybe because he"s fallen into a beer-induced sleep. I look over at him to see if he"s still upright. Thank God, he is. I don"t want to have to carry him out of this bar.
My phone buzzes twice in my pocket"it"s Natalie, checking in to make sure I"m getting Jack good and drunk. Given the circumstances, I figured it was best that it was a "no girls allowed" kind of evening, but it"s been a long time since he and I have been out without Natalie. I can"t blame her for feeling a little left out.
When I glance over, I notice Jack is messing around on his phone for what has to be the tenth time tonight. Odds are good that he"s already hitting up some other girl. I love Jack to death, but he"s always been a bit of a player. I"m actually a little surprised his most recent relationship lasted this long.
"Natalie was checking in to make sure you were getting adequately hammered," I say, holding up my phone to snap a picture of Jack and his collection of empty bottles. He sets his phone down and poses mid-chug, giving the camera an enthusiastic thumbs-up. I send the photo to Natalie as evidence that I"m doing my job.
"Man, I"m so damn lucky to have you two," Jack says between long sips. "What would I do without you guys""
A little bit of alcohol always brings out his sentimental side, but I"m game for a stroll down memory lane. I decide I"ll play along.
"I hardly remember life before the three of us were friends," I admit, shoving my phone back in my pocket. "My brain must have just erased every memory prior to sophomore-year biology class."
"The three amigos!" Jack hollers, raising his beer in a toast. "The best lab group ever!"
"Yeah, only because I carried all of our grades by doing all the work," I tease, clinking my water glass against his beer.
"Hey, it"s not Natalie"s fault that she was so bad at biology, and that I had such a hair-trigger gag reflex looking at pig eyeballs," he argues with a sloppy finger wag.
Four must be the magic number of beers for Jack. I"ve got to remember to give him grief tomorrow about what a lightweight he"s become.
"Yeah, I remember. That private school she transferred in from didn"t teach bio until junior year. What was your excuse"" I pick through the bar mix and flick a peanut at Jack"s head.
"Laziness and a queasy stomach, mostly," he says after trying to bat the peanut away a little too late. It hits him square between the eyes and bounces across the floor. His reflexes are gone; he"s officially drunk. "You should be thanking me. That was the class that made you want to become a doctor. I was just letting you discover your passion."