Kendra and I met for dinner on Tuesday night. I didn’t talk to her at all over the weekend so we definitely had some catching up to do.
She seemed to be in good spirits when we sat down at the restaurant. We ordered panzanella and wine and I asked her to tell me about her weekend.
“It was okay. I went into the office on Saturday since I had nothing better to do and I hung out with a girl from work that night. We went to this lounge that I think you would love,” Kendra said.
“That’s good…” I said. I wanted to ask if she’d heard from John, but I didn’t know if he was still off limits.
“Yeah. How was your weekend?” Kendra changed the subject.
I proceeded to tell her all about Dom, Brady’s parents and Anna and she said, “Ugh. Sounds like a oppressed bitch.”
“She is,” I agreed. “Hopefully I don’t have to ever see her again. What do you think about the Anna thing?”
“I can’t tell if it’s sketchy as hell or if Brady is just a pussy. I hope they’re not like, still hooking up or anything.”
“I didn’t get that vibe,” I admitted. “They hadn’t seen each other in a long time, I don’t think.”
“Well hopefully they didn’t exchange numbers and he doesn’t plan on flying out to see her anything.”
“Or fly her here. Honestly Reese, he’s probably already cheated on you.”
“Kendra!” I exclaimed.
“I’m sorry,” she said and then burst into tears. “I didn’t mean that. I just…”
She just sat there bawling and couldn’t get her sentence out. I didn’t know what to do. Our waiter came back with our food and looked startled and uncomfortable at Kendra crying so I motioned for him to set the plates down.
“Kendra,” I said softly.
“I’m fine,” she blubbered. “Seriously. I just need a moment.”
Kendra scrambled out of her chair and headed toward the bathroom. I waited two minutes before following her. She was standing in front of the mirror wiping her face when I got in there.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m fine,” she said evenly.
I caught her eye in the mirror and gave her a look.
“This is just hard,” she finally sniffed. “I miss him so much.”
“Do you think maybe you should talk to him?” I asked.
“No. I don’t want to talk to him.”
I knew that she did want to talk to him, but felt like she shouldn’t.
“Even just for closure? I feel like there’s so many unanswered questions.”
Kendra shook her head. “I can’t. It’s fine. I promise. I’m fine. Let’s go eat, I’m starving.”
I followed her back to our table and we didn’t mention John again for the rest of the evening. So I really don’t know what to do. I feel like Kendra needs to talk to him because she’s just going to be miserable if she doesn’t. But I can understand why she won’t. What he did was awful. And I don’t think there’s anything I can do that will make her feel better.
On Wednesday, I met with Kate after work. I felt kind of guilty for meeting with her, but I was curious to hear what she had to say. We met at Starbucks right outside her hotel and both arrived at the same time.
“Hi Reese! So glad to see you again!” she exclaimed, hugging me.
We got lattes and sat at a little table in the corner. We talked about Brady’s dad’s party and why she was there. She’s friends with a guy who works with Brady’s mom for some charity (she’s philanthropic? Who knew?) and he invited her to be his date to the party. I told her about my weekend (without getting too in depth) and she laughed.
Finally, Kate said, “I wanted to meet with you so we could talk about this position. It just came open and after talking with you, I thought you would be perfect.”
“Okay… What is it?”
“So it’s the sales director for the Midwest region. We have six shops in the Midwest and we’re gearing up to open our seventh. So basically you would be in charge of the operations, the people, the budget, and of course the sales of all the shops in your region.”
“In addition to that, we have products in hundreds of retailers across the country so you would oversee those relationships within your region and be a liaison between those stores and our New York office.”
I nodded again.
“When I talked to you, you seemed driven, aggressive, and passionate which is exactly what we need. The person who held this role previously couldn’t be counted on to really dig in and make things happen.”
I didn’t exactly know what she meant by “make things happen” or why she thought I could do it.
“You would spend a lot of time traveling to your stores and making sure they are functioning to capacity, but you would also have operational responsibilities that could be done remotely.”
“Okay…” I said.
“And with this new shop opening, you would be responsible for staffing it completely from the shop manager to the shop assistants. Meaning you would have to recruit to find the people you think would best fit the store.”
I took a moment to let all of this sink in.
“I mean, my background is in marketing and advertising. I don’t know anything about hiring people or anything like that,” I said honestly. And even though I guess the ad team is technically my team, they’re pretty independent so it’s not like I have to help develop them or anything.
“Well, you would have an intense month long training where you would shadow one of our top sales directors. We wouldn’t just throw you in and expect you to know what to do.”
I nodded and then Kate’s face lit up.
“And what intrigued me so much about you is the creative ways you’ve helped increase your company’s sales and client base. As the sales director, you would be in charge of getting creative like that if any of the sales in your region are lagging.”
“It just seems like a complete change of pace from what I’m used to,” I said. “And to be honest, I feel like I haven’t completed my current job. I have so much more I want and need to do.”
Kate said she understood, but continued to sell the position to me. She even brought her laptop out to show me the layout of one of the shops and pictures from a successful in-store event they had in the store that they hosted to boost sales. Then we looked through the holiday catalog which had a ton of things I wanted to buy. Kate was wearing these amazing printed monogram bracelets that she bought from the company and encouraged me to order some for myself online. I just ordered an “R” and a “B.” Oops.
Two hours later, we were wrapping up and I can’t lie, I was interested. She explained that the company as a whole is young and most of the employees, even the executive team, are young – like under 40. And she gave me a brief overview of their bonus structure, which if all my stores did well, would be extremely lucrative.
Kate set up an official interview with someone from HR over the phone for Monday. I feel completely guilty, but I don’t see any harm in at least interviewing.
After I left #Sbux, I was excited about the new opportunity and getting to see Brady. We hadn’t really gotten to spend any significant time together since getting back from Boston and we had things to discuss.
Unfortunately, when I got there he was working on his computer so I waited around. It did give me a chance to figure out how I was going to inquire about his parents and Anna. I decided to ask about his mom first then hopefully that would segue into the conversation about Anna smoothly.
I was waiting on Brady’s bed when he finished his work. He started taking off his tie and I said, “Does your mom like me?”
“Yeah, of course. Why?” he answered, nonchalantly.
“It just didn’t seem like it last weekend.”
“Did she say something?” Brady asked.
I waited a moment before answering. “No, but that’s the thing. She didn’t say much to me at all.”
“I think she just had a lot going on. She likes you, don’t worry.”
“How do you know?” I pressed on.
Brady put his shirt in his closet then came back out and said, “Because I know.”
“Did you ever introduce her to your ex?” I asked, proud of the way I’d shifted the conversation.
Brady looked at me like he was trying to read me before saying, “Yes.”
“Oh. She liked her too?”
“I guess so.”
He went in the bathroom, I think in an attempt to avoid the conversation, but I was waiting patiently when he came out.
“So what did your mom say when y’all broke up?” I asked.
“I didn’t tell her until several months post breakup,” Brady replied sitting next to me on the bed.
“I guess I just didn’t want to explain.”
I wanted to ask what there was to explain besides that she moved away, but decided against it. I had more important things to figure out.
“So y’all were pretty serious?”
He shrugged. “I guess so.”
“What do you mean you ‘guess so?’ Were you guys in love?” I asked.
Brady kind of smirked. “Why are you asking me all this?”
“I just want to know. You never talk about her,” I smiled innocently.
“I don’t have any reason to,” Brady said.
“Did you love her?” I asked again before he could try to change the subject.
As soon as he said this my heart began to race and I don’t know why.
“Really? Did you think you would marry her?”
I always thought I would marry my college ex. What a naive little idiot I was.
“I don’t know. Not really. I was young,” Brady said.
“Did you guys talk about it?”
Wow. So they must have really been serious. There were so many more questions I wanted to ask, but I decided to go for the zinger.
“When’s the last time you saw her?”
Y’all probably won’t believe this, but I hate catching people in lies. It’s just so sad and awkward when they squirm. So I desperately hoped Brady would tell the truth and have an amazing explanation.
“It’s been a while,” Brady said and my heart fell. So much for that.
I couldn’t confront him without admitting that I’d stalked his Facebook until I found a two and a half year old picture of him and Anna so I kind of had to drop it.
We started making out and undressing each other until we were having sex with Brady on top. Brady has one of those headboards with shelves on it where he keeps a few random knick knacks that I’ve never paid any attention to. Apparently he must have been thrusting hard and rocking the bed because I was just laying there enjoying myself when something hard and heavy fell on my face. I’m pretty sure I made the same noise and movements a squirrel makes when it gets hit by a car.
“Oh shit,” I heard Brady say, getting off me.
I sat up and realized that whatever the fuck it was hit me right between the eyes and I was in agonizing pain. I started crying before I could even stop myself. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve cried because of physical pain.
“I’m so sorry,” Brady said even though it really wasn’t his fault.
I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me apologetically. “Am I bleeding?”
I jumped up and ran to the bathroom to see the damage. I had blood running down the bridge of my nose and it was dripping everywhere. I started crying again.
“Here’s a towel,” Brady said, rushing into the bathroom. Unlike me, he’d put on sweatpants so he wasn’t completely naked. “I’m so sorry, Reese. I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
He made me sit down on the toilet so he could help clean my wound and after a few minutes said, “I hope you don’t need stitches.”
“Stitches?!” I cried. My main concern was looking like Frankenstein, walking around with stitches in my face.
“Maybe. It looks deep,” Brady said.
I wasn’t about to get stitches so I held the towel on my face until it stopped bleeding. Brady said since it is in a weird spot right on the edge of my eyebrow where I have a lot of facial movement it will probably keep opening and not heal. And it’s not like a bandaid would exactly fit there either so yeah. Walking around looking like a victim of war now.
Please tell me y’all have almost been on “Sex Sent Me to the ER” too? Share your stories. There has to be something more disgusting and embarrassing than bloody boobs.