The Rebound Game

Twenty Nine

"Overconfident much?" I can't resist adding. He thinks I am cute.                               
  "That's what they tell me but it comes with territory. I started off as a journalist for this paper but now I am a fitness trainer. It must have done magic to my self esteem. Enough about me, lets talk about how I have never met you. All these years I have known Annie and Justin and we have never crossed paths." He strokes his beard and I notice the stud on his left ear.

 "Let's see, maybe because you either have a crazy schedule or you don't socialize a lot. The later is more likely. But like they say, there is no better time than the present."

I am careful not to show how eager I am to know him. Like really known him. From his favorite movies to the number of women he has dated.

 "Ha-ha, I couldn't agree more. Is this the point where I am declared cool enough to have your number?" Ezra does this thing again where he gazes at me like he really thinks I am cool and confidently extends his phone for me to save my number.

Omg. He is cheating his way into my heart.

***

I am not crazy enough to think I have a chance with Ezra but I stalked him on Instagram as soon as I got his number. He is like some celebrity out here making an impact on people's lives.

I see posts of him training at the gym with clients whom he has helped make progress and there is no doubt he knows and loves what he is doing. He does look breathtaking on these pictures with the rock-hard abs and impressive muscles. I screenshot a couple of them.

 Much to my disappointment and relief, there are no posts of him and exes or lady friends apart from gym members. In fact, there isn't a single picture taken outside of work.

Weird.

Shirley thinks I should save myself from the heartbreak of the century and ask him out rightly if he has a girlfriend. I don't completely disagree because as a therapist, I would say communication is key. I almost asked him last week over lunch but I chickened out the last minute. There is no way in hell I am lowering my pride and asking a man I met two weeks ago if he is seeing someone.

I am not that stupid.

The bad news is that I am likely to find out the hard way when I am half way in love with him. Oh God, I hope he is fucking single. He better be or I am dead. It would literally tear my heart to shreds and give me early stroke this time. What I went through after my break up with my first college boyfriend, Kevin, will be nothing compared to this. I would have to get a tattoo, move to Mauritius, change my identity and avoid men for a few decades.   
 
Speaking of exes , Oliver has not bothered to apologize for letting me think he was asking me out. He really changed the rules of the game this time. I have always loved to think I have him figured out.

Looks like you can ever really know whats going on in a mans mind. Its beyond me now, forget what I said earlier about him being so predictable. No man with a Y chromosome is predictable, I don't care if you have proof of how you have wrapped him around your little finger.

Trust me on this one.