The Nice Ass, Chapter 17

Diane had a lunch meeting that she couldn’t back out of, so we slid out of bed and parted company by ten o’clock in the morning. I decided to go home, instead of work, and take a nap. The previous night had left me pretty exhausted, mentally as well as physically.

Several hours later, right about the time where a nap could no longer be considered a nap, my phone beeped. Diane had sent me the obligatory morning-after text message to let me know she was thinking about me. While this would normally be viewed as incredibly sweet and thoughtful, I was filled with regret.

Diane was falling for me rather quickly, and it made me nervous. Normally, I’m the one who falls quickly, and it felt unnatural to be on the other side. I liked her, and I did want to see her again, but I didn’t want to enter into an exclusive relationship just yet, and she was going to start pushing.

I sent her a text massage back, which was just a computer smiley. I wasn’t happy about doing it. What I wanted to say was something along the lines of “I’m thinking about you, too, and it terrifies me.” Of course, that would lead to an immediate phone call from her, and my feeble attempt to explain what I meant by that, and I just wasn’t ready to talk about that insecurity yet. A few minutes went by without a response, so I assumed my smiley face had appeased her.

Instead of going back to sleep, I called Lenny. He didn’t answer, so I waited for the beep.

“It’s Stuck. Call me when you get home and let’s grab dinner. I slept with Diane, and it’s driving me crazy. Just need to talk it out and have you convince me that I’m sane.”

Having left my message, I rolled over and went back to sleep. Much to my dismay, my phone started ringing an hour later, just as I was starting to get into the good part of sleep.

“I can’t believe you told Lenny and not me!”

“Hi, Case,” I mumbled. “It’s always a pleasure to hear your voice, even when it’s berating me.”

“So when were you going to tell me about it, huh?” I’m not sure why Casey was so anxious to hear the news of my sexual exploits, nor could I determine why Lenny would have called and told her.

“As soon as I wanted to hear a woman’s opinion on what I should do next, I suppose,” I answered.

“Well have you called her yet today and let her know you were thinking about her?”

“Too late for that,” I said. “She sent me a text earlier saying she was thinking about me. I sent her a smiley face back.”

“That’s such a pussy move, Ben. You need to call her, and before your dinner with Lenny!”

“Not gonna happen. It would lead to a conversation that I’m not ready to have with her, much like this conversation, which I was not ready to have with you. May I go back to sleep now? I only got a few hours last night.”

“I’ll let you go back to sleep for now, but I’m coming to dinner with you. If I leave this up to the two of you, you’ll end up fucking everything up.”

“Aww, I love you too, Casey.” She’d already hung up.

I couldn’t go back to sleep after that. I sat there wondering what the hell was going on. Why would Lenny have told Casey that I slept with Diane? Why would Casey get so angry, and she sounded pretty angry, over it? Should I really call Diane?

All questions came to a crashing halt, however, when my phone rang yet again. It was Mary.

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