I wouldn’t stop bugging Brady about moving to New York. I emailed him probably ten or fifteen different places that are all available now. He entertained me for the first few then he responded with, “Reese.” I don’t know why he even told me if he wasn’t serious about it. He knows how obsessed I get about stuff (hello, where’s my puppy?).
On Monday I stayed at work super late and I was so busy that I didn’t even eat all day. I got home and immediately got in bed then went right back to the office at 8 AM. Needless to say I was exhausted and cranky by the time I left at around 6:30 PM. I called Brady and told him I wanted something greasy and disgusting for dinner so we went to Shake Shack! I got a burger, cheese fries and a strawberry shake. I felt like shit after I ate it all though and decided to just stick to my diet.
Kendra wanted to go to happy hour on Wednesday so I left work early to meet with her.
The first thing she said after I sat down was, “If you ever get married, just elope. I’m so stressed out.”
I gasped. “I’m not going to elope. We are going to have a huge wedding ceremony and reception with at least three hundred guests. But I’m going to hire a wedding planning team and I’ve already started so I won’t be rushing around.”
Kendra laughed. “Yeah right, Reese.”
I started telling her about New York and how unenthusiastic Brady is acting now.
“I think it’s a good compromise. Aren’t you guys always fighting about him wanting to go to the east coast and you wanting to go back down south? He should be happy you are willing to go with him,” she said.
“I know!” I exclaimed. “That’s what I think too!”
Kendra grabbed my hand to shush me because apparently I was being loud. “Maybe just talk to him about it, but in a non confrontational way.”
So I decided that’s what I would do. After happy hour, I met Brady at his house. He was in the kitchen making a sandwich (hubby material!) and I asked for half.
“I’ll just make you one,” he suggested.
“No, I’m not that hungry,” I said.
“Okay, I’ll make you one, but I’ll only use one piece of bread.”
I scrunched up my nose. “Ew, no. I want yours. People always make sandwiches for themselves better than they do for other people.” I held out my hand so he could give me the food.
Brady sighed and I could tell he was annoyed so I said, “How are we ever going to get married if you won’t even share your sandwich with me? You’re being selfish.”
“I just haven’t eaten all day and I’m offering to make a sandwich for you so you don’t have to eat mine,” he explained, trying not to sound frustrated.
“Fine,” I said, crossing my arms. But then Brady cut off half the sandwich and gave it to me and I ate it. It was delicious. Then he made another sandwich and we split it too.
As we ate our second sandwich, I asked him why he was suddenly hesitant about going to New York.
“I never said I was going or wanted to go. I was just asked to go and I haven’t given a definite answer,” Brady explained.
“Well you should go. And I’ll go with you,” I said.
“I don’t know…” he started, but I interrupted him.
“Because I don’t see myself staying there long term. New York is dirty and it’s really expensive. I don’t want to go there and have to pay rent while also paying for my place here. It just seems like more hassle than it’s worth.”
“I think you should live a little. This is a great opportunity for you. You’ve already turned down going to Africa so if you turn this down they might not ask you to do anything again.”
Brady looked at me like I was his mother and I was lecturing him. So I gave him my sweetest smile.
“They want me to go next month,” he said.
“Perfect!” I squealed, already mentally picking out my outfits for NYFW.
Brady leaned against the counter with his head down like he was so stressed out.
“You should probably decide soon,” I told him then I grabbed a granola bar and headed for the bedroom.
I expected Brady to join me right away, but he didn’t so I played around on my phone. A few things that probably make me a terrible girlfriend: 1. I redownloaded Snapchat. I haven’t sent anything bad lately (except me in a pair of One Teaspoon shorts with the caption, “90 degree weather attire.” But that isn’t bad right?) and 2. I’m still communicating with my ex. Don’t worry though, we’re just being cordial and nice to each other. I tell him about Brady all the time. I’m honestly shocked he’s still talking to me after I avoided him when he visited Chicago last month.
When Brady finally joined me I threw my phone down and grabbed his neck to kiss me. We had sex and it was amazing (thank you to Brady’s 40 previous partners for making him so good) and then Brady spooned me.
“If you really want to go to New York, we can go,” he mumbled. I asked him to repeat himself. He did.
I squealed and tried to jump up, but Brady held onto me tight. He wouldn’t let me go so we fell asleep.
When I woke up on Thursday, Brady was in the shower. I sat up and waited for him to get out. He finally emerged with a towel around his waist.
“Morning. You’re up early,” he greeted me.
“I’m just so excited,” I said.
I watched Brady start getting dressed then I asked him if he liked any of the places I emailed him. He said he did, but to let him figure out the living situation.
“But don’t you have enough to worry about? It’s the least I could do,” I said.
He assured me that he had it under control, that his family has connections in New York and he would be able to get us what we needed. I started listing off my must haves and Brady stopped me and said he knows what my must haves are. I hope he knows I won’t live anywhere that doesn’t have a doorman, laundry in unit, an updated kitchen and bathroom, a view or isn’t in Manhattan though.
I talked to my mom about it last night. She was excited at first and then started asking questions about my job and my current apartment and stuff.
“You can’t just up and leave, can you?” she asked.
“Of course not. I’ll sublease my apartment obviously,” I told her. “And I’ll come back to Chicago Monday through Wednesday to work at the office. I already talked to Diana about it.”
“Really? So you’re actually going to move to New York?” my mom said, sounding surprised.
“It’s supposed to be temporary but I’m going to make Brady fall in love with it so we can live there permanently. It’s going to be like Sex and the City!”
My mom laughed, but I was serious. Call me Reese Bradshaw!
So anyway, we are moving to New York (I think)!