Andrew was in Chicago on Friday and I was so excited/nervous to tell him that I (kind of) accepted another job offer. I hadn’t talked about the details with Diana, but I knew I wanted to go back and the new position sounds really, really awesome.
“Heya, Reese!” Andrew greeted me. He seemed to be in a really good mood which made me more nervous. If he was being an asshole I would have no problem being like, “You know what? I fucking quit!”
I avoided him for the majority of the day and then around three I finally cornered him in the office.
“Hiiiiii. Can we talk?” I asked.
“Of course! What’s going on?” Andrew still seemed to be in a good mood.
I shut the door and stood at the edge of the desk he was sitting at. “So, I know you’re going to hate me, but I’ve been offered a really amazing position with the company I was with previously.”
I paused so Andrew could say something, but he didn’t and just looked at me expectantly.
“So I’m going to take it.”
After a moment, Andrew said, “Wow… Okay. I’m very surprised. I wish you would’ve talked to me about this sooner.”
“It happened pretty fast,” I said. “But I’m willing to stay as long as needed for you guys to find a replacement for me.”
“Who knows how long that’s going to be? Do you know how long I had to do my job and your job before we found you?”
“I’m sorry. I feel really bad about leaving since I just started, but I don’t want to pass this opportunity up.”
“Okay. We’ll talk about this more later. Please don’t tell anyone else right now.”
Uh, okay? I nodded.
Andrew looked back down at his laptop and didn’t say anything else. So I went and did my own work for a few hours until he announced to us that he was heading out.
I left soon after he did and bought a new pair of shoes to cheer myself up and to celebrate my new job. I talked to my mom while I was out. I told her about Diana’s job offer and she seemed excited and wanted to know how much they were offering me. Good question. I probably should’ve figured that out before I quit since I got such a big pay raise when I accepted Andrew’s offer. I’ll have to look into that.
I made sure to let her know about me and Brady’s wedding date so she’ll know/think we are still together.
Brady came over late Friday night after work. I was like disgustingly excited to see him. We didn’t see each other at all on Thursday and I was surprised and pleased to see that he’d gotten his hipster locks chopped off. He looked so freaking cute.
We sat on the couch for an hour telling each other about our days. I made him go first, but he just said his day was fine and long. I told him all about what happened with Andrew and Brady said, “I think he’s going to make your last couple of weeks there awful. You should prepare yourself.”
Ew. I hope Andrew doesn’t, but he does seem like a spiteful prick so Brady is probably right. We got in bed and Brady fell asleep right away, but I stayed up going insane on Sephora.com. To be fair, I needed all of it.
On Saturday morning, we woke up and talked for a little while then got brunch. The menu looked so good that we got three entrées to share between us because we couldn’t choose. After a ton of bacon, waffles, French toast, eggs, fruit, and hash browns we were stuffed.
There was a Forever 21 near the restaurant and they had all these fun festival outfits in the window so I insisted we go in. I guess I was inspired by all the Coachella posts from Instagram. I haven’t been in a Forever 21 in like ten years but I was pleasantly surprised with all the really inexpensive pieces they had so I ended up leaving with three shopping bags full. I know I can only wear everything once, but whatever.
We needed to go get ready for the wedding after that. I decided against the romper since the wedding was at a church and it was a traditional catholic wedding. So I wore a sleeveless hot pink pleated mini dress and my Alice + Olivia heels I haven’t gotten a chance to wear yet. Brady wore a dark blue suit and we honestly looked really hot together. The church was really big and packed. I hope that many people want to see me get married.
Afterwards, we all went to the reception which was down the road a bit at a large reception hall. The lights and decorations and cake and stuff were so amazing that I had to document it all for SnapChat. Totally fangirling over their wedding decorations. The bride and groom made a grand entrance and she had changed into this amazing white strapless ruffly midi dress that I’m pretty sure was Marchesa. At the ceremony she was wearing this lace number with sleeves that I wasn’t a fan of, but her reception dress was bomb. I wanted to take a picture with her and her dress.
We had food then everyone started dancing. Well, we didn’t. Not drunk enough for that and they weren’t even serving alcohol. Which in my opinion is a mistake. Every wedding should have alcohol. There was a photo booth (great idea, stealing) and after Brady and I got our pictures back he said, “I have the best looking date here.”
I made the super big smiling emoji face. “No I do,” I said all affectionately. Maybe all the love from the wedding rubbed off on us, but we kept holding hands and kissing and complimenting each other all night.
Oh and then the bride and groom were making their way around saying hello to everyone and they stopped to talk to us.
Without hesitation, Brady said, “This is my girlfriend, Reese.”
I honestly think it just slipped out out of habit, but I looked at him and smiled before shaking the bride and groom’s hand. The groom was nice, but the bride gave my hand a sideways glance before giving me a really limp handshake. Not sure what I did to her, but I’m glad I didn’t wear the romper – she would really hate me then.
We were so tired after the wedding that we went back to Brady’s and crashed. I missed his huge clean bed. Not that my bed is dirty or anything, but the clean white bedding just does it for me. It’s like he puts a brand new set on each time.
On Sunday morning we laid in bed talking and looking at each other. We decided that we were going to make breakfast and before we got up, Brady leaned over to kiss me. As he pulled away, something caught my eye. A strand of hair on the pillow. A long blonde strand of hair.
“Ew, whose is this?” I asked, picking it up between two fingers.
Brady looked at it all confused for a moment before saying, “It’s yours,” like I was being ridiculous.
So my hair is naturally a light brown caramelly color and sometimes I have sun kissed/golden highlights, but they’ve mostly all grown out or faded now. I guess technically one of my highlighted strands could have fallen out, but this hair looked longer than mine and I think mine is more coarse. Do you who has long blonde hair? Blow Job Queen (I can’t remember which commenter made up that nickname, but I’m keeping it, thanks).
I looked back up at Brady and he said, “I’ll get started on the bacon and eggs and you can do the pancakes,” and then he got up.
I followed him and we didn’t mention the hair again. I know I have no right to be mad if rebounded with someone since I hooked up with Kyle and everything, but he could have at least put new bedding on. I couldn’t help wanting to know what whore he had over though.
Andrew called me on Monday morning wanting to talk about me leaving. He seemed frustrated and wasn’t being very nice about it. Before I even told him when my last day will be he said, “The courteous thing would be to give us a two week notice.”
Like duh. I’ve had jobs before. Plus I told him I’d stay as long as they needed me, but since he was being a dick I let him know that my last day will be April 24th. You’re welcome, Andy.
You know what I think is a bit weird? Brady and I haven’t had sex since the night he came over drunk after the Cubs game. I don’t know if he’s apprehensive because I teased him for six hours the other night, but he hasn’t even tried anything. I haven’t either though, but still. Hope he tries something soon.