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I’ll admit that day I had a little pep in my step. It is very rare that I flirt with random men. In fact—it is very rare that random men stare at me. I am very young looking. Though I am in my mid- twenties, I am often mistaken for an under age minor. To be very honest, I still get carded for R rated movies.
In any case, I was happy that day. I smiled at all bystanders watching my stride of pride, worked a little bit quicker, and thought to myself, this city is going to be alright, Vanessa. At the time, I was feeling a little confused about my life. I had moved away from home to San Francisco to work with a well-known non-profit fundraising and coordinating a walk. I hated it. Essentially, I begged people for money and donations all day. It was terrible. The fact that the economy was not doing well made the job unbearable. Though I had only worked there for two weeks, I knew it was not the career for me. And certainly not worth the move. However, I was working for a good cause in a city that I always wanted to live in—I shouldn’t complain. But on top of what was soon to be a quarter life crisis, the guy that I had strong feelings for, Knox, just threw a punch to my heart.
He was a childhood friend attending law school in the city. Our families were close, and I trusted him with any substantial event in my life. We had had feelings for each other growing up (he more than me), but nothing ever happened until the prior year. Nothing official came of it. Though he had been flirting via text and phone calls for months, it wasn’t until I moved that he admitted to having a girlfriend. Sneaky bastard. I should tell his girlfriend that he has been calling.
I didn’t, however. In fact, when he told me about her, I was sad, but not upset. I didn’t get upset at him until my second week living in the city.
He had invited me along with another childhood friend out for St. Patrick’s Day. His new girlfriend and stepmother were there. Meeting either of them is intimidating but both … at once. Ugh this may be awkward. Kareoking at this bar in the Mission the night had gone well. So well that his stepmother and I sang a few Cheap Trick songs together, and at the end of the night she loved me! Also at the end of the night, Knox pissed me off so bad I became disgusted with him. As I said goodbye, Knox, while his stepmom and girlfriend were there, pinched my ass and said “Thanks for coming sweets. You’re a champ!”
What the fuck! How dare you? Not only do you have a girlfriend, who is here, but your mother could see this too! What would they think of me? You pig! Trying not to cause a scene, I pinched the back of his arm and said “Don’t ever do that, again.” I walked off mad as hell, and relieved. I am not missing out on anything. He will cheat on her. If I were with him he would cheat on me. I thought. Fuck that! Within that pinch, my hopes for a future relationship with him were over.
So as Jay-Z said “it’s on to the next one … ”
And so it was; thanks to that spring morning! The day had gotten even better when our computers started to act up, and the office network froze—meaning, off early!
Great, I get to go to the gym early and I have my favorite and least favorite honest work-out pants today. Now we all have these pants—these are the pants that are beautifully and brutally honest. If you are in shape, and have been doing squats for a few weeks, these pants beautifully show off your assets. If you have been a bit on the lazy side, and have skipped a few workouts, they are brutally honest and will show every dimple and crack on your ass. My pants are a set of grey Everlast stretch.
