“I don’t want a boyfriend right now.”
Say those few words, with just the right inflection, with just the right amount of conviction, and poof!
Texts are texted, phone calls are made and returned, and all the pressure seems to have evaporated as you give in to simple fun and wondering why it hasn’t always been this easygoing with the men folk.
But, you have to really mean these words when you say them, or it will likely all go whacky again. Because you really don’t want a boyfriend. Now now. You just want to be, for now.
And then you stop at your beach bar for an early and single glass of wine, and your bartender girlfriend says, “Heads up,” and smiles at your confusion. A minute later, she introduces you to the someone with whom she says she has been trying to fix you up for months.
You are shocked. Because he is older than you and looks younger. Because he can carry on a conversation for an hour without one utterance of the “hot” sentiment. Because he smiles nicely and looks you in the eye and doesn’t press you on why you’re living here and how long have you been divorced and who left who and how it must have been an affair and all the other inappropriate blah, blah, blah.
No blah this time.
“I told you!” smiles your bartender girlfriend after he leaves, your phone number neatly programmed into his phone, “So I can give you a raincheck on a future motorcycle ride.”
“But I don’t want a boyfriend right now,” you remind your bartender girlfriend after he leaves.
“I know,” she says.
You laugh. She winks. You smile.
It’s nice not to care too much about whatever is next.