Brady and I still haven’t had the conversation and I don’t want to say he’s the one to blame, but he is. Obviously.
On Monday, I called my doctor to talk about birth control options. He was busy so I had to talk to the nurse, who really just wanted to make me feel bad about not wanting a child and not wanting to use condoms with my serious boyfriend.
She said, “If you don’t want to get pregnant you really should use some sort of contraceptive and a condom every single time you have intercourse.”
That’s what they always say and I don’t and I’ve been fine. So I told her I’d come see my doctor later. All the talk of birth control and sex made me really miss my boo. He texted me asking what time I planned on leaving work, after I’d already left work and was having dinner and drinks with Luke.
“I’m off and I’m having Mexican food with Luke,” I told him.
“Will you come over after?” he asked and I replied that I would think about it.
After dinner I was tipsy and went shopping at Preston’s store with Luke then I had to take all my purchases home so I never made it to Brady’s. I could tell he was disappointed when he texted me, “Night,” at like 9:00 PM.
My ex Devin called me on Monday night and I sent him to voicemail. He immediately texted my saying, “Call me. I have to ask you something.”
Curiosity got the best of me and I ended up calling him back. He said he’s serious about opening his own office here in Chicago and he’s going to visit at the end of the month for meetings. He asked if I would work for him and I literally laughed until I cried.
“First of all, you wouldn’t even be able to pay me what I make now. And no offense, Devin, but you’re the last person on earth I’d want to work for,” I explained.
“Ouch,” he laughed. “Don’t you believe me that I’ve changed? I’m not that guy anymore.”
I told him I could refer some people to him, but I would not leave my current job. He asked if we could see each other when he visits.
“No way. My boyf wouldn’t like that,” I said.
“What’s his name? Bobby?” Devin said.
I rolled my eyes. “You know what his name is.”
“He can come to. He’s not gonna stop me from doing what I want.”
After we hung up Devin texted me telling me the dates he would be in Chicago. And I told him I would let him know my schedule even though I know I’m not going to hang out with him.
On Tuesday, Brady finally got me to come over. After work I got a mani pedi then went to the gym. After that I made myself a light kale and avocado salad for dinner. I’m going back to not eating like I want to end up on My 600-lb Life so no more cheeseburgers and hot dogs and donuts and shit.
While I was eating, Brady texted me asking what I was up to. I told him that I was eating dinner and could come over later. So naturally I took my time showering and getting ready and finally showed up at like 8:45. I can’t even lie, I was so happy to see him although I wasn’t about to let him know that.
“Hey, ‘sup?” I greeted him. He was in the living room on his laptop, but put it down when I walked in. I was making a beeline for the stash of wine.
“How are you?” Brady asked following me.
“Fine.” I poured myself a hefty glass of red and took it to the living room where Brady’s work station was set up. I sat in one of the side armchairs and propped my feet and Miu Miu sandals up on the coffee table.
“How was your day?”
“It was fine.”
Brady nodded and smiled like I was being really ridiculous which I kind of was. He worked in silence for a few minutes and then he said, “How’s work been?”
And I said, “It’s been okay.”
So I sat there drinking wine while he worked for an hour. He looked so good that eventually I got up and went to his room. He followed me and I started getting undressed. We started fooling around and I knew we were going to have sex because that was my goal, but I wanted him to think it was my idea.
“Braaaady,” I said in a super annoying high pitched voice. “Undress me.”
He undressed me slowly and sensually which is not Brady at all. After I sat on his face for a while, he grabbed my waist and pulled me down to his erect penis. I squirmed out of his grasp and demanded he get a condom.
“Oh really? Okay,” he said like he was surprised.
“Uh yeah. You had sex with the nastiest girl walking and I’d rather not catch anything, thanks,” I said really sarcastically.
“Okay, okay,” Brady said frustratedly. I smiled to myself.
So we had sex for a really long time. After a certain point it isn’t really enjoyable and it got to that point. I got really frustrated and pushed Brady off me.
“You can leave,” I informed him.
“Go sleep on the couch or something. The bed is mine.”
I’m not sure why I was kicking him out of his own room, but the fact that he was attempting to stand up to me provoked me even more.
“I don’t want to sleep with you. Go away!” I yelled.
Brady mumbled something then got up and started getting dressed. He reached for one of the four pillows on the bed and I pushed him away like I was a mother lion protecting her cubs.
“I can’t at least take a pillow? Why are you being ridiculous?” he asked.
“You know why I’m being ridiculous. If I have to remind you, you’re going to wish you never met me. Now get out of my face,” I said bitchily.
He sighed and walked out, shutting the door behind him. I fell asleep almost immediately, but then I woke up in the middle of the night looking for my boo. He wasn’t there and I was annoyed at him for that. I crawled out of bed and padded to the living room where I found Brady sleeping on the couch with no pillow and no blanket.
“Brady!” I called. He didn’t wake up so I’m yelled his name so loud that the people upstairs probably heard me.
“What?” he said, rolling over groggily.
“Come to bed!”
Brady mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out and I grabbed his forearm tightly.
“Reese,” he said fully awake now. He tried to pull his arm out of my grasp, but I squeezed tighter.
“Come onnnn,” I whined. “Come snuggle with me.” I tried to pull him off the couch, but he pulled away hard.
“Stop! Get off me!” he said sternly.
I scoffed. “Ugh, what’s wrong with you?”
Brady realized how rude he was so he shook his head and said he was fine. I motioned for him to follow me then I skipped back to his room. I made him give me a foot massage because my sandals hurt my feet.
I woke up on Wednesday morning because Brady was up getting ready for work. He walked out of the closet tying his tie and I glared at him. I’m not sure why.
“What?” he asked like he was annoyed.
“I want a waffle,” I told him.
Brady just looked at me for a minute then checked his watch and said okay. When he came back with my yummy waffle topped with fruit, I asked him to feed it to me.
“Reese,” he groaned.
I snatched the plate and said, “Just kidding, jeez.”
Right before Brady left to go to work, I stopped him and said, “We need to talk.”
“Okay,” he said, glancing at his watch. “Right now?”
“Obviously not right now. I’ll let you know when. Bye!”
Brady didn’t talk to me all day Wednesday so I was even more annoyed with him. I finally met up with Kendra after work and all she wanted to talk about was her wedding and John and her parents. Literally I couldn’t get a word in at all. I let her talk though because she’s getting married soon and she deserves all the attention and blah blah blah.
On Thursday, Luke and I worked for a few hours then we told everyone we were going to do research around the city. Really, we were heading to the suburbs to go shopping. I was in the middle of a Nordstrom dressing room when Whitney texted me.
“Hey, are you close by?” she said.
“Not really. Why?” I replied.
“Someone is delivering flowers for you. Should I just sign?”
Ooo, flowers! I said, “Please.”
I knew they were from Brady, but a teeny tiny part of me was hoping that Devin really had changed his ways and was trying to win me back. Not that I would ever even consider thinking of possibly trying to date him again. Ew.
When I got back to the office I found a bouquet of red and pink roses on my desk. They were from Brady. And he sent a sweet one word card. I was kind of annoyed with him for the entire gesture.
Later that night when I got home, I texted him thanking him for the flowers. I was surprised when he sent me a really long text back. Basically he said that he loves and appreciates me and how he probably doesn’t deserve for me to forgive him, but he really hoped I would. It actually made me cry. I don’t understand why he even likes me. Especially after how I treated him for the past week.
I pulled myself together and told him that we should talk next week. He told me to just let him know when and I could tell he thinks I’m going to break up with him hence the flowers and texts and stuff.
I know I’m not going to break up with him though. Obviously. I know I’m crazy, but that’s bae. Last night I even bought us tickets to go to Houston next month. We will probably talk on Sunday after I party all weekend with my friends. Priorities.