“Girl’s night with Mac?” Nathan asks around a mouthful of his sandwich.
“Yep. Usually she’s at Daniel’s place or they’re at ours. We haven’t had a girls night in a long time.”
“Are handsome gay men with a love of rom coms and chocolate allowed at girls nights?”
“Maybe, depends what the handsome gay man is willing to bring to the table,” I say with a cheeky grin.
“Normally it would be two out of the three important c’s, cronuts and chardonnay, but lucky for you, it promises to be a very lucky night for me. I have a date with a six foot tall, hard as rock body, Puerto Rican man who has expressed an interest in all things Nate. So it looks like I might get a C of my own tonight.”
I clap my hands in glee like a barking seal at Sea World. “Nate, that’s great. That’s definitely a better offer than drinking with me while I gossip with my bestie.”
Nate is a man whore who seeks out fellow man whores. We bonded instantly over a love of hair and cronuts. Cronuts are the genius combination of a donut and a croissant filled with vanilla cream. Seriously, he introduced me to the glorious pastry and my ass has been cursing him ever since. Of course Nate says my ass has never looked so good, so I keep him around as my personal ass motivation coach. Every girl needs one of those.
“Yes well one can only live in hope that the promise of him is just as good as the reality. You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?”
I’m a wife to one husband, mother of two gorgeous girls, self-employed doing communications and business consulting as well as studying accounting full time.