Be My One Regret

be my 1 regret / 10

~now~

DATE NIGHTS WITH STRANGERS....the cure for whatever ails you.....

The fog on the mirror was thick as I try to wipe it down with a hand towel. I switch on the bathroom vent fan to help with the condensation and wipe it down again. Slowly, my reflection comes thru the glass. I lean against the vanity and weakly smile.

There were some days that I didn't think I was pretty. Not that I thought I was ugly. It's just one of those girl moments where I look at myself and wonder what the opposite sex sees in me at all.  Was it my curvy body? Was it my blonde hair? Was it my hazel eyes? Was it my pouty lips? Was it my quirky smart ass? What was it? Staring deeply into the mirror, I puff into it's steamy glass, heart fluttering with uncertainty and excitement. 

At least I got something, right? It could be worse. It can always be worse.

Oh hell yes it can. Being alone and dateless. With cats. Like a lot of cats. Oh, gawd. So much worse.

I shudder then shrug off my self loathing grabbing my hair dyer and blow out my hair until it's soft and smooth. I slip out of my bathrobe and grab the navy blue sequined mini dress with criss cross straps. It was a last minute purchase but one that had screamed out form the boutique's window for one specific guy in mind. And I can't fight the smile as remove the shimmery cocktail dress from the hanger. And I'm still smiling as the material glides on like silk over my fresh and clean skin. It's a killer dress. One that I knew Tanner would be instantly proud of me for. Turning side to side, I smirk into the mirror feeling sensationally proud of myself. It was a great find hugging every God blessed curve I had, making my eyes and hair pop, and making me feel less cat-lady-like by the second.  I wink confidently. 

Damn. I got it going in on.  Oh yeah. I got this. Baltazar Bass wasn't going to know what hit him.

A quick knock turns my head to the door. "Hold on, Cleo, I'm almost done in here."

Soft giggles seep thru the wood frame. "Hey, Fi, I know you're busy getting ready for your date, but Tanner's on the phone. He says it's urgent. And if you don't answer him, he claims he's gonna come over here and have a three way with you and me, whether you like it or not. Although, he says you will."

My head splits with aggravation. I didn't have time for my bff's ridiculous antics. Not now. It was just like him to throw me off when I least expect it. And I  was more than 99% sure that this call was a booty call for another one of his silly schemes to have me wing-man for him. And God love my bestie, he was a special case of bullshit arrogance, but now was not the time for one of his social fits for a last minute call on a Saturday night.  I frown at the door handle as a slight pinch of guilt punches me in the belly for not seeing him more in the past two weeks. It was beyond odd to be Tanner-less for too long, but I still didn't feel up to humoring his kinky ass. Which, like I would ever tell him, the past fourteen days had been surprisingly nice in this drama free zone. For once. Except for the minor glitch last Friday night with the debacle otherwise known as 'my dinner with Tucker'. But since I hadn't heard from that twin either, I was starting to feel like there had been a break thru with the Jones boys. Like maybe, just maybe, they were actually seeing me as a adult woman who could survive in the world without them. I giggle to myself as I reach for my mascara.

Holy shit. No kidding. Could they have finally taken the hint? My God, here's hoping.

The knock resounds again but louder this time. "Fi, seriously, hun, he just called again, and not to freak you out or anything but I think he's actually standing outside our building right now. Should I..."

Heart in throat, I practically throw myself at the door ninja style swinging it open with a dramatic swoosh and scream. "NO!"

Blushing hot pink with wide eyes, Cleo bounces back with surprise. "Oh my gawd! Okay."