But nothing else has happened. If they have coffee after running around, all
Emily gets is coffee. Tea, actually.
It was driving Emily crazy.
“Why doesn’t she make a move?”
“Well, maybe she’s afraid of rejection. Maybe she’s really interested, but she hasn’t
had any experience. Maybe she’s having such
a good time being friends that she doesn’t want to spoil it. Maybe
she doesn’t want you to think she’s fast.”
Emily snorted. “After
all this time, that is no longer possible.”
“Why don’t you make a move?”
“All of the above, except for the experience part,”
“Maybe you should call Michele and ask for some
pointers. Just kidding.” Emily hasn’t talked to Michele in
years. I can’t decide if it’s
sophisticated or tacky to call your ex to ask advice about hooking up with
someone else. The only person I could
imagine doing anything like that was Michele herself. She has become kind of a legend.
“That might not be such a crazy idea.”
My life is turning into a John Updike novel! Or is it a Woody Allen movie?
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