" You know that guy that I told you I was with on the night that I was supposed to take you bowling?" I said to Sasha as I settled on the couch, munching on some super tasty potato chips.
" Yeah", she replied, taking her gaze away from the television.
" Okay, so, I didn't tell you this, but I met with him the following day".
" After the first day?"
" Yeah".
" That's surprising. I thought you didn't hook up with people more than once?" She asked.
" Yeah, but there was no one else, and I didn't want to go to some bar with the intention of looking for who to fuck me, he was the only one available".
" Well I'm pretty sure that hundreds of men out there in gay clubs would want to fuck you", she said, raising her eyebrows.
" Yes, you're right, but I didn't make reservations or get a ticket, and you obviously wouldn't expect me to go to these roadside club with dirty, smelling guys", I retorted, backing up my actions with reasons.
" Okay, so what happened?"
" The thing is that, he was kind of like expecting us to become a thing".
" How?" She turned, completely facing me and throwing her back to the television. Gossip was definitely always wanted.
" Well...…. Okay, even after the first night, as I was about to leave, he suggested that we should, you know, meet very often, and he even asked for my number and also gave me his, which was actually quite surprising because normally, the guys that I hook up with never cared much about anything else once their dicks found their way into my ass. So, actually, I gave him a wrong number. I didn't want him to call me, but then I called him the next day so he probably saved my number", Sasha was just nodding, completely smitten by the tale, " we met the second time and I left the hotel room even before he woke up. Trust me, I at least expected him to figure out that it was just a one time thing for me...….".
" Two, actually", she cut me off.
" Yeah, yeah, it was just a two time thing, but he started calling me the next day and I didn't know why he would want to contact me".
" Did you pick up the phone?"
" No I didn't, why should I pick up when I didn't know why he was calling in the first place?" I grabbed more chips and forced them into my mouth, picking up some of them that had fallen to the ground. There was no way that there were going to escape the crushing power of my teeth.
" That should've been more of the reason to pick up the call. You didn't know why he was calling. It could have been that he wanted to schedule another steamy night with you", she rolled her eyes as a knowing smile appeared on her face.
She was kind of right. Not kind of right, she was right. I should've picked up the call, but I didn't.
" Well, even if that was the case, I definitely wouldn't oblige to his whims. I am the one to decide whether or not we get to have a steamy night".
" So what happened next?" She supported her jaw with her hand.
" Where did I even stop again?"
" He called you the next day?"
" Yeah, right, so when he called, I didn't pick up, and I thought that he was going to give up after calling twice or three times, but he kept calling. He called forty-three times".
" Forty what?!" She exclaimed. I knew she would be shocked.
" Forty-three, and when he saw that I wasn't picking up his calls, he started texting me. I think he sent over thirty messages, all of which I left unread".
" Woah, woah, now that's very creepy, like, seriously creepy. Why the hell would he call you as if you stole his kidneys?"
" I couldn't just tell".
" Was he the person that was calling you the other day?"
" yes", I nodded.
" Trust me, this type of person will definitely be a possessive partner, there are no two ways about it", she said, shaking her head to throw more emphasis. " So, what happened?"
" Trust me, you wouldn't believe what happened next".
" You met him again?"
" I did. After expecting to never see his face ever again".
" Where did you meet him? In a restaurant?"
" No, at the police station".
" The police station? Was he arrested or what? And were you doing in a police station?"
" You know I told you that I'll start handling criminal cases, so for the first case that I had to solve, I had to visit my client who is currently in a police station, and to my surprise, there he was, at the station. Not only was he just there, he was actually a cop".
" What? A cop?" Her lips parted widely, wide enough for a horse to jump through, " wait, wait, wait", she got up and snatched the potato chips from me, " this story of yours needs to be listened to while eating", she said, devouring the remaining chips in the bag.
" Not only was he a cop, he was also the detective in charge of the case that I was assigned", I added, expecting more drama from her.
" Oh gosh, that is an oh gosh situation. Wait, does that mean that you'll have to work with him until the case is over?"
" Literally".
" Damn! How the hell are you going cope?"
" I really do not know, like, I am at a total loss of words", I said and we both heaved.
" But, like, what was his reaction when he saw you?"
" He was surprised. I, for sure, was shocked to the extent that began stammering", I said and she erupted in laughter. She knew that I only stammered when I was either scared or nervous.
" Did he say anything? Like, did he ask why you didn't pick his calls or reply to his texts? Something like that?"
" He didn't, much to my very own surprise. He was just looking at me as if I had betrayed him and broken his heart, and I felt like he was expecting an apology or something from me".
" Wow, that's surprising, knowing the amount of times he called and texted you. But then it seems as if he isn't the clingy type. I mean, with what he did, he's probably throwing the ball into your court, he's allowing you to talk about it whenever you feel comfortable doing so".
" Well, if that is the case, then he will surely be disappointed because I will never talk about it with him".
" You actually have to, at some point. I mean, you can't just go silent?"
" Baby girl, I can, and I will".
" It wouldn't be right".
" I don't care if it is, I just do not want to talk about it, especially with him".
" Look, I get it, but he's probably dying to hear you say something, the best you can do is tell him why you ghosted him and left his calls and texts unanswered. You owe him that, at least an explanation".
" So what? I should go tell him that I didn't reply his calls and texts because I'm a whore who sleeps with people only once but somehow slept with him twice?"
" Yes, that is exactly what you should say", she said and we both erupted in laughter, " isn't that factual? It's a fact, it's true".
" Oh please Sasha, don't get me started", I said, coughing on the residue of chips that were threatening to enter my larynx and choke me to death.
" But actually, to be truly sincere, you have to talk to him. It will be cruel of you to leave him in the dark", she said, sounding so serious.
" Okay, I will think about it", I said, not wanting her to draw out the persuasion.
" You better do".
The door bell rang.
" Are you expecting anyone?" I asked.
" No, are you?"
" No", I replied.
" Then who is at the door? Oh, it must be the pizza guy", she stood up immediately, heading for the door.
" You ordered pizza?"
" Yeah, with Coca-Cola", she replied, still walking to the door.
" Cool!"