“Well, what does he say now?” Priscilla asked, raising her glass and sipping the last bit of wine. She patted the couch and beckoned Gabby to sit. Gabby smiled, lost in her imagination. “Come along Gabs,” Priscilla said.
Gabby nodded and made her way to the couch, while quickly writing a response. “He said he wants to see me,” she said, her smile widening with the thought.
“Oh not again,” Priscilla said, rolling her eyes. “You can’t believe every word that man says. You don’t even know him.”
“But, I’ve—“Gabby began but Priscilla raised her hand to stop her.
“I don’t care, how long you’ve talked to the guy; how dreamy he is; how funny and quirky and whatever else he may be. I just don’t give a damn.” Priscilla got up and went to the counter to freshen her glass. “What I hate to see is my best friend denying to go out with any man because of one guy who texts when he’s in the mood to “play.””
“He does not text me when he’s in the mood to “play,”” Gabby stated. She glanced at her phone, watching the red light blink on and off. “He texted again.”
“No, that’s it,” Priscilla walked towards Gabby glaring at the phone. “Give that to me now.”
“What?” Gabby said smirking. “You can’t be serious. We’re just texting. What’s the big deal?”
“You’re not some booty call, Hun. Don’t you get it? Men are reckless and they’re after one thing.”
“You don’t know him Pri,” Gabby said, holding her phone tightly.
“Give it to me.”
Gabby shifted uncomfortably. “He’s not like that,” she said.
“He’s a guy,” Priscilla pointed out. “And you’re acting like the perfect booty call. Whenever he needs you, there you are willing to talk to him.”
“But he’s sweet and funny,” Gabby placed her phone in her pocket.
“He’s your cocaine,” Priscilla said rolling her eyes. “No, he’s worse than that. Come on Gabs, can’t you see whoever that guy is, is just using you? Why do you think he texts you?”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Gabby said. “I can be a good conversationalist and we do talk about different things.”
“Constantly going on about how “it’ll be nice to see each other” or “what are you wearing” type of conversations doesn’t count.” Priscilla sighed and sat on the couch, giving up on the conversation.
Gabby sighed and sat down beside her. “But I like him. I think it’s weird, but I do. His texts make me smile. Thinking that I make him smile make me happy. It may be a superficial relationship, but maybe that’s what I need right now.”
“Gabs, I don’t want you getting hurt. You can’t speak to him through texts forever. You’d think after this long he’d at least try to meet you somewhere or go out with you or something.”
“Nah,” Gabby said quietly. “Our schedules clash too much.”
“Is that the excuse to justify that you haven’t met yet, or the excuse you use to keep texting him.”
Gabby glanced at Priscilla. “What do I do?”
“Give up on him. You’re young Gabby.” Priscilla said, sipping the rest of the wine. “Have some wine, go out with friends, and meet some good guys out there.”
“But,” Gabby said, taking her phone out of her pocket. “What if…? “
“No,” Priscilla said. “If he really wanted you, he would have found a way a long time ago.”
“You might be giving him too much credit,” Gabby said smiling. She got up and poured herself some wine. “I guess you’re right though,” she said finally. “There’s no use thinking the “What ifs,” as romantic as they might seem.”
Pricilla smiled. “There we go. You’re a gal of action; you don’t sit around and wait.”
“You’re right!” Gabby exclaimed. “I’ll go see him!”
Priscilla mouth dropped open and she gapped at Gabby’s determined face. Gabby laughed, but Pricilla remained silent and stared at her. “That’s not what I meant Gabby. You can end up in a garbage can in tiny pieces or in an alleyway nearly dead.”
“I know, I know.” Gabby said still smiling. “But I’ll move on from him. I can see nothing is really going to happen.”
They sipped wine quietly watching the shadows grow larger as the sun set.
“The party is still on tonight,” Pricilla said finally. “You need a night out.”
“I’ll go,” Gabby said. “ONLY because you’re tipsy and I wouldn’t want you ending up in an alleyway nearly dead.”
“Oh shut up,” Pricilla said, trying her best pretend she wasn’t tipsy. “You’re driving right?”
“Yeah,” Gabby said, her phone buzzed again. She glanced at the new message, but for the first time, she felt no need to respond. With a sad smile she put her phone in her pocket and grabbed her keys.