"No. You look like my grandma,” Kim dismissed yet another outfit.
I had been trying on different outfits for my date. It was already Friday, and because my work schedule had been crazy, I hadn’t found the time to pick out an outfit for my date.
I took the day off and asked Kimberly to come over to my place so that she could help me decide on what to wear-so far she had trashed all my choices. She sat on my bed looking bored each time I walked out of my closet and told me that I resembled some or other family member of hers.
“This is in fashion though.” I protested
She stood up rubbing her temples and walked over to me, “Honey, this is your first date, you need to give him a reason to ask you out on a second one” she reasoned
“Isn’t that what my personality’s for?”
“Yeah…In the 1980’s!” she exclaimed
“I am not going to seduce the man! There’s more to me than my body Kim”
She shook her head and threw her hands up as a sign of surrender, “Fine, you win. But would it hurt to show some skin? Come on, you’re killing me here” she huffed
“It’s a pair of jeans-very flattering jeans might I add- and this top says ‘I’m single but not desperate’” I concluded feeling proud of myself
“Yeah but you’re totally desperate babe. Okay, at least show more cleavage, please?” she whined
Laughed at her child-like antics “No, I want his eyes to stay on my face”
She groaned and flopped on my bed face down, “If I had your boobs, I’d make people pay some serious money-“
“You’d be a stripper?” I interjected
“What? No! I’m just saying, I would flaunt my assets” she shrugged
“Why did Jake marry you?” I laughed as I walked back into my closet to change.
“Isn’t it obvious? I am all that and more, honey I am the woman every woman wishes they were, and-“
“And you don’t have my boobs” I laughed as she let out a string of profanities.
I actually felt good about my upcoming date. Maybe because he seemed genuinely interested in me, or maybe because he seemed like a gentleman, or maybe it was because I had hopes that this date would be better than all the previous ones I had been on…maybe it was because I hoped that this would go beyond just one date.
I was jolted out of my thoughts by the sound of my phone ringing, “Could you get that for me Kim?” I shouted from my closet. I heard her feet padding on my floors as she sprinted to the living room to answer the phone.
“-Oh uhm, she’s kind of busy right now, uh, yes. I can ask her to call you back Mr Taylor…yes sir,” I heard her stutter as I walked into the living room.
My good mood was instantly killed as I registered who she was talking to-my father. I quickly walked over to her and all but ripped the receiver out of her hand.
“What do you want this time?” I spoke into the receiver dreading the conversation already.
“I really need to do something about that temper of yours,” I heard the calmness in my father’s voice, which only made me angrier.
“What the hell do you want dad? Let’s just cut the-“
“Emily…you will speak to me with respect, or else” he threatened
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Life in the Friend Zone
RomanceShe is filthy rich, intelligent and drop-dead gorgeous. She is what every woman dreams she could be and what every man wishes he could have...except that the said men don't want her. Emily Taylor has lived most of her life in the friend-zone, the wo...
