Our summer interns started on Monday. Because of the huge change we had in departments, we didn’t really have anything set for them to do. And since Whitney’s role is so small now she is in charge of babysitting them all day. Lucky her! We have all girl interns and one boy. He’s gay. Luke hates him.
After work, I got dinner (banh mi!) and went to Brady’s. He wasn’t home yet so I set up our feast and posted a picture on my Snapchat story so everyone would be jealous. When Brady got home we ate and talked about work and stuff. We were talking about needing to take a real vacation, like not just a weekend, and I suggested Spain. One of my Facebook friends is in Barcelona for the summer and I’m super jealous of his pictures. I literally log on just to see if he’s uploaded any new ones. Brady thought it was a great idea. I’m too afraid to plan it though because it might jinx us!
Later on, we were laying in bed with our laptops and Brady said, “Your dad told me to tell you to make sure you’re being nice to me.”
“What? Where? How?” I asked, oogling at his computer screen.
“He texted me,” Brady said and held up his phone.
I scrunched my nose up. “What? How does he have your number?”
“Uh, we exchanged numbers?”
“Last time he visited.”
I was so confused. I don’t remember ever seeing my dad and Brady exchanging phone numbers or business cards or really even talking one on one.
“I don’t know. We just get along well. Is that bad?” Brady pushed his glasses up on his nose.
“No, it’s fine. Just don’t talk about me. And don’t tell him anything about our relationship,” I said.
Brady laughed and said he wouldn’t. I think it’s kinda interesting that Brady and my dad get along well and text each other although I can’t figure out what they possibly text about (Golf? Cars? IRAs? Me?!). And it makes me kind of sad that I can’t imagine ever texting his mom or dad and being friendly with them. We don’t have a single thing in common/they hate me.
On Tuesday night, Brady brought home macarons and wine for me. He’s so sweet. We watched Netflix and drank wine in the living room. A little while later, we heard Carly and Chris walk in. I watched them walk toward the kitchen, dressed all nicely like it was date night.
Fueled by the wine, I shouted, “Hi Carly!”
She stopped suddenly and looked at me, then did the meanest thing I’ve ever seen her do: she rolled her eyes at me. Rude.
“Ugh, what’s with her?” Brady asked after she and Chris disappeared.
I shrugged. So she was obviously still very mad. And it made me mad. So I decided to be done with her.
I was meeting with Kendra for happy hour after work on Wednesday and I decided to bring Luke along. And since I was bringing Luke I decided to invite Preston.
I’ve told them all abut each other and now they’re friends on Snapchat and Instagram and talk sometimes. Luke says Preston isn’t his type, but I was convinced once they met in person they were going to love each other. They’re both like the male version of me!
“You’re going to love him! He’s so much fun!” I told Luke as we walked to the restaurant. I’d been waiting for the day when my two favorites gays got to meet and it was finally happening!
Kendra was already there when we got there. We sat down and ordered and I discreetly told her about the impending meeting. When Preston arrived, he was with Nicole and she made this big scene about how happy she was to finally meet Luke. So annoying.
I watched Preston and Luke eye each other up. Preston is tall and thin with amazing skin, dark hair and eyes, and he wears lots of layers, boots, hats, etc. Luke is the opposite. He’s tall and muscular with light beachy hair, blue eyes, a five o’clock shadow, and he was wearing freaking Converse and a beanie.
“Nice to meet you, man,” Luke said in his deep voice.
After we sat down, Preston texted me, “He is SEXY.” I looked up and smiled at him across the table.
We started talking about Caitlyn Jenner because I wanted to get everyone’s opinion on it.
“She’s so brave and I think it’s amazing that she is finally able to show the world who she really is. Honestly, it brought tears to my eyes,” Preston said.
Luke side eyed him. “Dude, really? Are you thinking about transitioning too or something?”
“What if I am? Is that a problem?” Preston shot back sassily.
I giggled and sipped my drink because clearly they were kidding.
“I think his, I mean her, makeup could have been better. I mean, you’re on the cover of a magazine! She should have looked like a million bucks,” Nicole said.
We all looked at her.
“Well, she still looks much better than Kris Jenner,” I said and everyone laughed.
“She still looks like Bruce to me. I’m not really buying it. I think it’s for publicity,” Nicole went on.
“Publicity, doll, really? She’s being ridiculed by everyone!” Preston gasped.
“She gained followers on Twitter faster than the president of the United States. That’s hardly being ridiculed. Everyone is supporting her,” Luke said.
The two of them stared each other down while Nicole continued to offend the entire table. Preston texted me again saying, “He’s an asshole. I don’t know if I love it or hate it.”
“Love it. Try to be nicer,” I replied.
I heard Preston say, “So Luke, do you go out?”
“I do,” Luke answered.
“Wherever. Places around here.”
“Hmm. Have you been to B-Town?”
“Hell no. I avoid places like that.”
Preston’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh? Why?”
“It’s way too faggy and gross for me. Not my scene at all,” Luke said.
Preston looked wounded. “Okaaaaaaay.”
I texted Kendra, “They aren’t getting along as well as I thought they would. We need to mediate.”
“Mediate?” she responded. “We need to split them up before someone gets hurt.”
I put my phone down and decided to point out that they have more in common than they think.
“What gym do you go to, Preston? Luke goes to the gym every morning before work,” I said.
“I don’t work out, boo,” he said proudly. “I’m just naturally this fit.”
Luke scoffed and shook his head.
Nicole said, “It’s because of all he cigarettes and coke.”
“Nikki!” Preston gasped, slapping her shoulder.
Luke gave me a wide eyed look. That’s how the entire meal went. It was a disaster. Finally Preston and Nicole decided they were going to take their party elsewhere. As soon as they left I said, “He’s not normally like that.”
“Yeah. He needs to stop hanging out with Nicole. She’s literally too stupid to function,” Kendra said.
I was tipsy after we left and walked to a bar a few blocks away to meet Brady for the Blackhawks game. He was with guy friends and I was the only girl, but who cares. There were no stools available and no one seemed to want to accommodate me so I made Brady scooch over so we could share a seat.
“Hey baby,” I said in a low voice so only he could hear me. “Did you order food? I’m starving.”
“Hmm?” Brady said, smiling affectionately at me.
He clearly had no idea what I said so I looked around until I found a passing server. I’d actually eaten before at happy hour, but I always want to eat more.
“Can I have an order of cheese fries, a strawberry margarita on the rocks – salt, and a round of tequila shots for the table?” I said to the server.
“Reese,” Brady said.
“Loveeeee youuuuuu,” I said hugging him.
When our tequila shots came I happily announced to the group. Everyone looked around like they were unsure for a moment, but then we all took it. Afterwards I said, “So I’m dying to get everyone’s thoughts on the most pressing issue our country is facing right now… Caitlyn Jenner.”
“Who cares?” Nate, I think, called out.
“I care,” I said.
“I think it’s bullshit that growing tits and cutting your dick off makes you a hero. What a country we live in,” said Jacob.
Everyone chuckled and I gasped.
“Yeah. ‘Courageous’ because he’s a drag queen.”
“Because he thinks God made a mistake.”
“It’s disgusting. I’m sick of seeing and hearing about it.”
I leaned over to Brady. “I never knew your friends were so Republican.”
“Yeah…” he said looking kind of uncomfortable.
“What do you think?”
“I mean, I don’t really care.” He took a long gulp of his beer. “It doesn’t impact my life at all.”
“But it brings forth a lot of issues people are normally afraid to speak about. It’s like racism. Every knows it’s there, but no one wants to talk about it.”
“I would hardly compare this to racism, Reese,” Brady said.
“How? It’s the same thing. Black people can’t help that they’re born black and they are still discriminated against for it. Gay people can’t help that they’re gay, transgender people can’t help that they were born the wrong gender…”
“You can’t compare someone’s appearance, their genetic make up, their culture, the way they were born to what is essentially a choice,” Brady said.
“Choice?!” I practically shouted. “Being gay is not a choice!”
“Maybe it’s not a choice, but coming out and being open about gay or transgender is a choice. People cannot hide their race or ethnicity.”
“You think gay people should hide being gay?” I asked in a low voice. “Brady, are you homophobic?”
I felt like I was going to cry. I can’t believe Brady and I had never had this conversation before.
“Of course not. I just think it’s an unfair comparison.”
I dug into my cheese fries and tried to digest the fact that my future husband is close minded and ignorant just like his parents. How are we ever going have a fulfilling life together? I plan on having a man of honor (Preston) and drag queens vogue-ing down the aisle at our wedding. For a moment I thought I should hook him up with Nicole and they could live a nice, transphobic life together. Then I looked at Brady and he was looking down at his beer bottle and he looked so innocent and cute.
“Hey,” I said, nudging him with my elbow. “I forgive you for what you said.”
Brady laughed. “Okay, thanks.”
After the game, we went back to Brady’s house and had sex. Afterwards as we were laying next to each other I said, “Brady, I just want you to know that I used to be a man.”
He gave me a weird look at first and then rolled his eyes when I started laughing. I’m so hilarious. I love myself.