It’s the third meme today, and this one is a winner – a guy solving a Rubik’s Cube. Giving off some serious Harry Potter vibes, but still manages to be undeniably sexy.
I quickly text Claire, “Yeah, he’s cute.”
Her response immediately pops up: “So, are we seeing you tonight, or are you and Jack ditching us again?”
I chuckle and reply with an emoji, but not before adding, “Will you stop calling him Jack? His name is Ethan.”
After a few seconds, another text from Claire arrives, this time a Jack Harlow video. I can’t help but notice a striking resemblance between Jack Harlow’s mullet haircut and my new beau’s hair. They do look alike from a distance, and this new hairstyle takes the cake.
Feeling the need to step up my game, I slip on my favorite pair of boots – four inches wide with a slouchy look, hoping they’ll give me the confidence I need for tonight’s outing. I glance at myself in the mirror, contemplating what Ethan would think. He always admired my shoe collection, especially my thigh-high boots. I decided to kick it up a notch with a black and white geometric pattern short dress.
I glance once more in the mirror and give myself a wink. The mirror confirms it – these boots are made for strutting. Yes. Ethan is going to love this look.
I send a selfie to Claire showcasing the boots and caption it, “Ready to slay the night in these bad boys!”
Claire replies with a laugh and a thumbs-up emoji, “Those boots are fire! Can’t wait to see you and Ethan tonight.”
Later, after too many tacos and way too many tequila shots. Ethan rubs his hand down my thigh onto my boots.
“Did I tell you how hot you look tonight?” he asks. I cup his hand into mine.
“Yes, but I don’t mind hearing it again,” I say. He kisses me on the lips and they taste sweet and salty. He slowly tugs on my bottom lip and Claire’s voice breaks our intimate moment.
” Hey you guys, did you forget we are still here? You know we can take a hint. Just tell us to beat it.” We laugh and Ethan’s gaze is still fixated on mine. Claire’s date looks as though he’s minutes away from a solid dream. The bar is less crowded than three hours ago. And I can’t help but feel relaxed and content just sitting here with Ethan. I extend my leg over his.
“Do you like?” He rubs his hands down my boots.
“As always, you never disappoint. I absolutely love your boots.” Claire blows air kisses as she and her date rise to leave. Ethan returns his gaze to me and plants slow wet kisses but this time without interruption.
