14 Years [GNR/Mötley Crüe]

71. Ex Why Zzz?

Nadia:

If someone asked me whether my greatest regrets in life include not learning how to golf, I would have laughed at their face until a few days back. Thanks to Felix taking away a lot of my clients I was left with finding new ones and the fact is I did. Thanks, to Julia and the leads she gave. A golfing enthusiast who made me regret every time I turned Tommy down to go golfing together.

As much as I hated golf along with every other sport, I had no choice left but go there and pretend I loved it and convince him I'm just a bit rusty as we spoke about him signing me which he finally did.

"Are you nervous?" Evie asked as we stopped at a light.

I rolled my eyes. Two days back one of my clients who I thought was probably dead from all the inactivity contacted me to tell me that he was planning on merging his hotel with another. Apparently, all the talk was done previously by the two owners and all they needed was for both of their lawyers to fix the paperwork for the merger and ensure everything goes as planned. It wasn't a case of hostile merger.

Yesterday I found out who was the other lawyer and ever since then she won't shut up with the teasing and unnecessary innuendos.

In 1983, I started law school at Cornell, and she started at the amazing Harvard university. During one of the breaks, I went to visit her and to see the far superior university. That was when I met Chris, a senior, there was nothing between us other than me crushing on him for a day and then going back to Ithaca the next day. The next time I went to visit Evie, I told her about my silly old one-day crush and came to know he was with someone. The next time I met him, I was with Jordan, my final year of law school and we spoke. Just a polite conversation where I came to know he's married and that they're expecting. That was the last time I saw him, until yesterday when I recognized his name on a file.

"You know the last time, I saw him, he looked real good." She said, "Aged like some fine wine,"

"He's only four years older than us," I scratched my head, this was as worse as my first crush, Greg from first grade.

She kept pushing and pushing and gave a whole lotta unnecessary energy that I wrote him a letter and went to give it to him, only to chicken out after telling him I wanted to give him something. When he asked me to continue, I panicked and ran away leaving him and his little entourage confused.

"Ahh, so we got no age issues, huh?" She asked

"For fu... Oh please, you need to realize that we shouldn't talk that way about him. He has a wife and like what two kids?" I shook my head.

"Kids, yes. Wife, no. According to my little birds, the man is single,"

"Fine, he's single but that doesn't mean I'm into him or he's into me," I stated, "I found him cute for a day about seven or eight years back. Right now, I barely find anyone attractive."

Attractiveness wasn't just a physical thing or having a glass-like jawline or perfect symmetrical face. It was also about the attitude and the way you carried yourself. A good-looking person who's a nervous wreck like me isn't typically attractive but a person who's extremely confident in their skin and oozed charisma was one hundred percent attractive no matter what physical features failed them.

Personally, it was a constant effort to not show the nervousness, appearing calm and poised even when it was helter-skelter on the inside, and faking it seemed to work. At least a shitty gossip magazine and Jane thinks I'm mysterious.

"What about that guy?" She asked pointing at a random guy on a billboard for some perfume.

"I don't like his hair," I sighed