i don’t believe in that kind of coincidence.

On Monday morning, Mark sent me a listing for an apartment I was actually really excited about. 700+ square feet, granite, stainless steel, balcony, one parking spot included. And best of all, it was within the budget Allison and I talked about. I immediately emailed him back and told him that I wanted to see it after work.

It turned out to be even better than the pictures and I wanted to move in immediately. Obviously I couldn’t and I would have to put an offer in and the seller would have to accept and then jump through a ton of other hoops before I would actually be able to move in. Buying a home is annoying.

After meeting with Mark, I went to the car dealership to get a quote on my car. I didn’t like the price they told me so I went to an actual BMW dealer on Tuesday and they gave me an even higher quote. Dumb.

On Wednesday, Brady texted me in the morning and told me that he was feeling under the weather and stayed home from work. My first thought was: Ebola. I know that sounds ignorant, but you just never know. Especially after those nurses had contracted it. I mean, he does work in a hospital. He said he thought it was just a cold and he wanted a day to let it run it’s course. Great. That meant he would be fine and I wouldn’t have to risk getting sick (contracting Ebola) by going to see him.

But then right after lunch, Jessica updated her status, “Can’t afford to be sick right now!” And then after reading the comments, I saw that she stayed home from work too. I don’t believe in that kind of coincidence. How close of contact did they have to both get sick? Brady and I spend the night together every single night and I was fine. Granted, I have a bomb ass immune system, but still. Then I started thinking, maybe they weren’t really sick and they both took the day off so they could spend it together.

So after I got off at 4:30, I stopped and got soup, Oreos and ice cream and headed over to Brady’s place. Brady answered the door looking perfectly fine wearing sweats.

“You don’t look sick,” I said accusingly and pushed passed him inside. Since he wasn’t expecting me, Jessica would not have had time to hide. I dropped my bag of goodies on a table and scurried to his bedroom.

There was no sign of Jess, but his comforter was pulled back like he had just gotten out of bed.

“Is everything okay?” Brady asked, following me into the bedroom.

I turned back to him and saw that his nose and eyes did look a little red. “I brought you some stuff to make you feel better.”

I went and heated up the soup and made myself a bowl of ice cream and Oreos. Then I brought everything back to Brady’s room. We talked about his symptoms for a few minutes and then I pulled out my phone and pretended to see Jessica’s Facebook status for the first time.

“Wow, Jessica said she’s sick too. How weird!” I said with faux surprise.

“Yeah, something is going around. A lot of people at work have been getting sick.”

“What, are you guys a bunch of pussies and have to stay home from work because you have a little cold?” I asked snidely.

“I don’t want to get anyone else sick. I’m probably still contagious…”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” I asked.

“Of course not. You can stay as long as you want.”

Which was sweet and obviously I did. I told him about my car situation and tried to explain why I didn’t want to go through insurance without fully telling him about my awful driving record. I swear only half of the accidents I’ve ever been in were my fault.

I forced Brady to have sex with me because everyone knows sex cures anything. I left after that so he could get some rest.

It must have worked because by Friday, Brady was feeling better so we got dinner and drinks with Carly, Chris, Kendra and John plus Kendra’s coworker, Lori, and Lori’s fiancé, Steven. The night was super chill and I limited myself to two and a half drinks. We were all kind of just talking and stuff and I found out randomly in passing that Brady, Chris and John are going to San Francisco next weekend for the World Series. What the hell?

“When were you going to tell me about San Francisco?” I asked Brady once the conversation shifted elsewhere. 

“Didn’t I tell you? I thought we talked about it.”

That seems to be his favorite line these days.

“Uh, no. You didn’t tell me that,” I said.

Brady started to apologize and I said, “Why are you even going? You don’t like either one of those teams.”

He gave me a weird look. “Because it’s the World Series and Hunter invited me.”

Whatever. Later on during a girls trip to the bathroom, I asked Kendra if John told her about the trip.

“Yeah, he asked for permission this morning,” she said.

Ugh. So it’s not like they’ve been planning this trip forever. Brady totally knows we didn’t talk about it. Sketch, sketch, sketch.

I explained to Kendra what happened and she said, “I’m sure he wasn’t trying to be sneaky, Reese. Why would he hide going to a baseball game?”

“Because he plans on meeting up with a girl or something. You’re the one who said he’s probably hooking up with ten other people!”

Kendra rolled her eyes. “I said he could be. He’s going with John and Chris, I’m sure he wouldn’t be stupid enough to try to pull anything.”

She’s right. Plus Hunter will probably help keep an eye on him too. I still think him not telling me is weird.

The night was lowkey and Brady and I went home at around midnight. On Saturday morning I woke up with a runny nose and headache so I guess I finally caught Brady and Jessica’s cold. Gross.

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jersey chasing slore.

On Friday I decided to reach out to Brady. A little part of me wanted to go completely missing from the face of the earth so he would think I got kidnapped or killed on Wednesday night when he let me go home alone drunk. But that seemed a bit dramatic and I’m trying to be more mature now.

So I texted Brady when I got off and said, “Hi.”

He replied, “Hey.”

I said, “Don’t you miss me?”

And he said, “Yes.”

Ugh. If he missed me then why was he ignoring me? I took a moment to myself so I didn’t start texting him things I would regret. A few minutes later, Brady called me.

“Hey you!” I answered cheerfully. I was actually really happy to hear from him even though I was mad that he ignored me.

“Hi,” Brady said. “How are you?”

“I’m great! Our weekly staff meeting was today and Dave nixed Whitney’s flea market idea because it’s going to cost too much money. And then during lunch, I found a gluten free bakery and I bought an entire chocolate cake since it’s healthy. So life is good,” I said.

Brady laughed. “Just because it’s gluten free doesn’t necessarily mean it’s healthy.”

“Why are you shitting on my parade?”

“I’m sorry. I’m on my way home from work, do you want me to pick you up?”

I told him I did then hung up so I could shower and get ready. I changed into ankle skinnies, a sheer top and my new booties then met Brady downstairs. He said the game was on and asked if I wanted to go to the bar to watch it. I didn’t know what game or even what sport he was referring to, but I’ll use any excuse to drink so I told him yes.

We went to some random place that wasn’t too crowded and got seats at the bar. I got a tequila sunrise and Brady got a beer and we watched a baseball game. Well, for a while we did. Then I got bored and ordered us shots. I asked him to tell me about work and he started to then someone scored a goal. Ugh.

After a while, the game went on commercial and Brady got up to use the bathroom. I ordered us another shot for when he got back then got out my phone. I had a new text message from Preston who said that Mr. Murphy told him he had a surprise waiting in his garage. I was texting him back “OMG SOUNDS LIKE A CAR!” when I heard someone say my name. 

I looked up and saw “Eric” the baseball player standing at the bar next to me. Wow. I literally hadn’t seen him since the last time we had sex. He leaned down to give me a hug and I hugged him back with one arm.

“How have you been?” he asked when we pulled apart.

I was kind of surprised because I completely forgot he even existed. He still looked just as scruffy and sexy as I remember in his baseball cap and fitted jeans.

“So, you guys didn’t make it to the World Series?” I asked sweetly.

Eric laughed. Brady appeared on the other side of him, but Eric was blocking his stool to sit down. Brady looked so tiny compared to Eric’s huge frame, but my boyfriend is just so much hotter.

Before I could introduce the two, Eric introduced himself and they shook hands. Suddenly, I felt really protective of Brady. Eric was sizing him up which was really unnecessary because even Stevie Wonder could see that he’s double Brady’s size. 

“It was good seeing you, Reese,” Eric said and took his drink from the bartender and walked away. 

“How do you know Eric?” Brady asked taking a drink from his cup of beer. He said it in kind of an amused way like he knows we hooked up. Have y’all seen that meme with Kermit the Frog drinking a cup of tea from the Lipton commercial? That’s what Brady looked like.

I obviously couldn’t tell him the truth because I don’t want him to think I’m some jersey chasing slore. “Just from around town. I ordered us more tequila shots!”

I insisted we take the shots and then Brady got back into the game. I ended up having way too much tequila and we had to leave. I woke up this morning in my underwear and booties. 

I can’t believe we ran into Eric last night. And I can’t believe he like hugged me and stuff. And by the way, Brady and I never talked about what happened on Wednesday or why he was embarrassed, but I have that on my to-do list today.

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