Usually when I travel for work I fly coach, but I got a free upgrade to first class on my flight back from Dallas on Wednesday. I love when that happens. I ended up getting a window seat next to this guy in a baseball cap and fleece zip up who was messing around on his phone as we were waiting for takeoff. I guess it was some sort of app to help manage his stocks because at the bottom it said he has a balance of like $10,000 and he was picking different companies (I saw Apple and Netflix) to put money into.
I sat there watching him because I was
nosy intrigued and then he looked at me. Nothing like being caught looking at someone’s phone. I quickly pretended to be texting. The pilot turned on the seatbelt light indicating that we were about to take off so my neighbor turned his phone off and I did the same.
“Are you from Dallas or Chicago?” he asked me casually.
“Chicago,” I answered. “What about you?”
He nodded. “Chicago. Business or pleasure?”
I laughed and it was kind of an awkward laugh. Ew. “Business.”
“What kind of business are you in?” he asked.
So then we talked the entire two hour flight home. I gave a brief description about my job and I must have made it sound really terrible because he asked if I planned on doing that forever. So I told him about my new position and definitely hyped it up to sound super, duper important. Which it is I guess.
The guy told me about how he runs a really well known company in Chicago (I won’t say which one!) and I pretended I wasn’t totally impressed. He asked if I know stocks or if I’m into them at all and I admitted that I’m not so he explained it to me. I must have been too busy thinking about how rich he must be because I still don’t know anything about stocks.
Toward the end of our journey my new friend introduced himself as Matt. He was probably in his early thirties because he looked young, but he had a hat on so I could really look for any grays. He definitely has a sexy DILF kinda look. Matt gave me his business card then when we landed suggested we exchange numbers. I said okay and didn’t think anything of it. Never know when you may need stock advice!
Brady was busy with work and I didn’t get to see him until Thursday night after I had dinner with my friends Taylor and Elyse. Taylor and Elyse are like the knockoff version of me and Preston. I know them from college and they were visiting Chicago for Taylor’s birthday. I took them out for traditional Chicago deep dish pizza and pretty much spent the entire dinner telling them about my life. I didn’t even eat because I was too busy talking. In my defense though, I haven’t gotten a chance to really talk to them in like a year.
Brady texted me while I was in the middle of dinner and invited me over so I went over afterwards. It was our first time hanging out since Sunday and I really missed him. He opened the door and pulled me into a big hug and picked me up off the ground. Then we went to his room and I made him tell me everything he did over the week. He mentioned that he talked to his mother and she said there was an opening at the hospital she works at so he should apply. Like in Massachusetts. I always forget that Brady’s mom wants him to move back home (even though she doesn’t even act like she likes him) and sometimes he entertains the idea.
“Did you tell your mom we broke up?” I asked suddenly.
“Uh, yeah-” Brady said.
“What? You did?!” I was kind of offended. Like yeah we broke up, but did he not think we’d get back together? Why would he tell his mom unless he thought it was permanent?
“I kind of had to. She wanted us to go to Florida with her and my dad for Easter.” Brady was looking everywhere except at me, awkwardly.
“What did she say? Was she happy?” I asked.
“No. She just wanted to know what happened and if I was okay with everything…”
I felt myself wanting to say a lot of really unnecessary shit like, “She’s probably happy and wants you to get back with your doctor ex-girlfriend,” and “I’m sure she wants you to be unhappy because she is.”
But instead I said, “My mom likes you so much that I didn’t have the heart to tell her.”
If Brady and I are going to make this work then I need to be a better girlfriend. This includes getting along with his mom so I guess I need to be nicer.
Kate called me on Friday morning.
“Reese!” she said hysterically in her British accent. It sounded like she was rushing down a busy New York street. “I just spoke with Andrew. Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?”
“I’m so sorry! I meant to tell you!” Which was true. I wanted to let her know before I even told Andrew since she was nice enough to get me the job, not honestly I just completely forgot.
“What happened? Is there something we could have done differently?” Kate asked and it made me feel really bad. I don’t mind screwing Andrew over, but Kate has been nothing but sweet to me.
“No. It’s nothing you guys did at all. I just really don’t feel like I’m doing very well here. I got a really good offer from the last company I worked for and I loved my old boss,” I said.
“Did you not have a good working relationship with Andrew?”
“No, I did!” Oops. I didn’t mean to throw shade at Andrew in the process. “I just don’t think it’s a good fit.”
Kate said she understood and that she wanted me to know that she isn’t mad, but I definitely feel like an ungrateful bitch for not talking about it with her.
I also heard from Matt on Friday. My old stock market friend! He texted me letting me know that his company is having a pub crawl (on them) at some bars around the city and I was welcome to come with any of my friends. It’s next Friday night and obviously I told him that I would be there.
On Friday night, I went out with Taylor and Elyse. I needed to show them how we party in Chi-Town. We were drunk before we even left their hotel room. So by the time we were ready to call it a night I was trashed and wanted to go see Brady. He didn’t answer any of my texts so I called him after we left the bar. It went straight to voicemail. Being the drunk mess that I was, I started bawling.
“He’s cheating on me!” I cried. “We haven’t even been back together for a week!”
“His phone is probably dead,” Elyse suggested.
“Dead?!” I screamed. “How would his phone be dead if he’s at home?”
Luckily we got back to their hotel room and I passed out on Taylor’s bed on top of all his clothes and shoes. I woke up on Saturday morning because my phone was ringing. It was Brady.
“Oh hiiiiii,” I answered, rolling over and puncturing my hip on a boot.
“Hey. I’m sorry, I was sleeping. Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine. Why?”
“Your text messages were weird last night…”
Oh shit. I had no idea what I texted him so I told him to hold on while I went back and looked. I’d sent Brady about a dozen or so text messages letting him know how disappointed in him I was and how if he wanted this to work he needed to call me at his earliest convenience. There was one that said, “URGENT 911!!!!”
“Oh sorry about that,” I said into the phone. I was actually pretty embarrassed. I’m trying not to be a psycho girlfriend this time around, you know? “How was your night?”
“I was pretty exhausted so I went to sleep early. How was yours?”
“Pretty much the same. I miss youuuuu! Come get me?” That’s when I realized I was still a bit drunk from the night before. #signsofagoodtime
Brady said okay so I jumped up to try to make myself look more presentable and less like last night. I washed all my gross makeup and mascara off and pulled my hair into a chic half up messy bun.
“Heyyyy boo!” I said when I met Brady downstairs. I jumped in the car and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m starving. Can we get food?”
I was hungry, but not presentable enough to actually go somewhere so I had Brady stop at a McDonald’s drive thru. McDonald’s has these new muffins and I definitely recommend them. I got three. And three hashbrowns.
On Saturday night, we hung out with Carly and Chris for a bit. Then I got bored and started yawning really dramatically to get Brady to go to his room with me. We still hadn’t had sex and I was feeling frisky after three glasses of wine.
We got upstairs and I started kissing him. We made out until he flipped me over and pushed my top up. I almost squealed with excitement. He planted kisses down my tummy and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of my undies. Damn, I miss Brady going down on me. But then he stopped at the top of panties then stood up.
“I’m going to shower,” he announced.
Ugh. He must have went in there to jack off because when he came out he just wanted to snuggle. Like, okay. Guess I’ll just be horny.
Brady and I woke up early on Sunday. We laid in bed talking and I convinced him to download Instagram. Then I took his phone and picked a username for him, followed myself and no one else, linked it to his Facebook then uploaded his first picture: one of us looking hot from the wedding.
We got up and went for a run then went to Starbucks (can we be any more white?). Then spent the day sitting next to each other at the dining table with our laptops doing our respective work. Even though I still have another week left of working for Andrew, I just thought up ideas for my new office instead of doing any actual work. Priorities.
I asked Brady if he planned on telling his mom that we are back together.
“Umm, I don’t know. Should I?” Brady said not looking up from his computer.
“Maybe. Just in case she wants to hook you up with someone else.” I laughed loudly, but Brady didn’t say anything.
“Does your mom do that? My mom used to. She gave my number to like all of her friend’s sons. And all of her friend’s friend’s sons. Basically whoring me through the suburb,” I blabbed.
“And none of them were to your liking?” Brady asked, still not looking up.
“Well they’re not you, so no,” I said sweetly.
He finally looked up and smiled at me.
Later that night we were laying in bed and I saw that Brady had some comments on his Instagram picture. People were like, “Who’s the lady?” and stuff like that. I think it’s weird that some of his friends don’t know me. Even my friends back home know who he is and what he looks like and stuff. I’m going to tell him he needs to show me off more even if it’s online.
As we were laying in bed on Sunday night I got a text from Matt. It said, “How was your weekend, gorgeous girl?”
I smiled and said,”It was so much fun!”
He asked what I did and I told him about going out with Taylor and Elyse. He said that I should have told him that I was going out because he would have gotten me and my friends free drinks. Apparently he can just do that? Matt mentioned that he wants to see me this week and I told him that I’m really busy which I am. I probably should tell him that I have a boyfriend? I never know when to include that in conversation. Plus, I don’t want to burn my bridge with him. Is that awful? I just want unlimited free drinks!