By a Thread

by Lucy Score

My attention was caught by curves and curls.

Was grumpy and rude suddenly the new hot? My vagina seemed to think so.

Make payment on astronomical debt. Go the fuck to bed. Wake the fuck up. Do it all over again…

I was so pathetically happy that she was speaking to me in multisyllabic words I would have let her slap me across the face with the folder.

“Shh! I’m telling a story here. Poor Jersey bumpkin comes to the big city and catches the eye of the gorgeous, grumpy boss who refuses to fall for anyone. But there’s something special about her. Something he’s never seen before in a woman.”

I was drawn to her. Inexplicably. Unfairly. Stupidly.

“You know, babe. Sometimes it’s up to us to tell the universe what we want. Not the other way around.”

Clearly she didn’t know what to say in the face of my flawless male logic.

“Dom, of course people are going to talk. Trying to avoid being a topic of conversation is a pretty lame way to live life. Sometimes, accepting the discomfort is how good things are earned.”