Untouchable face

1.

If Meredith Grey could have any super power in the world, she would want the ability to read people's minds. Or actually, she really needed everyone to have that ability. Because if the guy in bed beside her right now could hear what she was thinking, it would really make the morning after thing a lot less awkward. All her life, she had heard that women got emotionally involved after sex. Maybe it was true for some women, but Meredith wasn't one of them. Guys, on the other hand, almost always wanted more. Which was the problem with...Jake or Jack or whatever. He was about to ask the question. He would want to eat breakfast together. Anytime a guy stayed this long, it meant he thought that this was supposed to be some thing that led to breakfast and a real date. She really didn't understand why anyone who went home with a girl from a bar and had sex thought it was going to be something bigger.

His arm was draped over her waist, which was annoying as hell. She had been pretty drunk the night before, but she knew he had basically jackhammered her for five minutes before passing out. Even if she had believed in love and dating, this guy wouldn't be getting a second chance. Ever. He sucked in bed and whenever he did find some girl that did like the sex and dating thing, Meredith was going to feel really bad for her. No girl deserved that shitty of sex. But that was beside the point. Right now the point was she needed to get him out of her bed and she needed to get to work.

"You have to go," she sighed as she moved out of bed.

"What?" Jake or Jack or maybe it was just Jay frowned.

"I'm late for work and you need to go."

"But what about breakfast?"

"There's a McDonald's down the street."

"McDonalds?" the guy frowned.

"They serve breakfast if you're hungry."

"But I thought..."

"Look, I'm trying really hard to be nice," she sighed.

"Nice?" he frowned.

"Yes," she sighed. "And I'm not sure why you thought...but I'm going to get in the shower and when I'm done, you won't be here."

"Oh," he sighed. "Oh...okay."

"So it was nice meeting you."

"You...you too," he nodded, awkwardly climbing out of bed.

"Yeah," she breathed as she grabbed her bath robe and moved into the bathroom. It was always a little awkward and so many of them looked like sad little puppies when she used her line. But it had to happen this way.

She didn't do relationship, she just didn't. She knew most of her friends didn't get it and she didn't blame them because she really didn't know how to put it into words. She just was pretty sure that they never worked out, ever. And she didn't need that. If she were going to be totally honest with herself, her life was one big mess. Her mom had died of Alzheimer's and left her a house she didn't really like, she drank way too much tequila, and she really had no idea why she was a surgeon or if she even liked it. She was a walking disaster and believing in love would just make it worse.

So this was just easier. As hard it was sometimes to get them to leave her bed, she couldn't imagine how hard it would be if someone was staying there. They'd want to know things and she didn't talk. Not only did she not talk, if she did talk she'd have no idea what she'd say because she didn't know. Her life wasn't interesting. She worked insane hours, went to the bar, and was sometimes up all hours of the night just thinking. Which was really dangerous. If she thought too much, she got depressed which led to situations like this morning. George always said she should see a therapist but psych was crap. And she pretty much knew what was wrong with her. She had abandonment issues, a lot of abandonment issues and she definitely had problems committing to anything and...well she didn't know all the ands. She just knew that she was fucked up and that she really didn't have the time in her life to figure things out right now.