The 100 Girls, 100 Days Project

I am dog sitting for the weekend. Lucky for me there are coffee houses that don’t just allow dogs, nay, they relish in inviting four legged friends into their establishments. And if there is something the women tend to fawn over, it’s tiny dogs. I walked this dog a few blocks, and was at the coffee house for a few hours and they were all over him, and through the transitive property, me. This is how I came to encounter Emily.

Emily with her tight ponytail, blonde locks, and brown eyes. The first words I heard out of her were a few octaves higher than her regular voice. We struck up a conversation about the dog, and it didn’t take me very long before I procured a number, and vague talk of plans later, as we both had a free Friday night.

And then I took a nice long walk in cold killing a few smokes. I suddenly fell very still and decided to treat myself to a rather expensive bottle of scotch. The liquor store clerk found the dog decidedly not so cute, and told me to keep him outside. I tied him up, while keeping an ever-watchful eye, procured the scotch, and walked back to my apartment.

I always found a quiet indignity in drinking alone, and after a few hours of perusing the internet, twittering, and three old-fashioneds full of scotch, I called Nicole and drunkenly asked her to come over.

She wasn’t so pleased with the drinking, and the late night invite. I tried to lie, but she could smell it in my slurs, and my over anxiousness to have her come over. She just sighed disappointment and I felt a little ashamed of myself.  Not just ashamed but small. I quietly and succinctly apologized. She told me it was okay, and for that moment I had to believe her. She told me she’d talk to me in the morning, and that it was fine, and I should just get some sleep.  I hung up.

And then I called Kara. Straight to voicemail. And then I called Taylor. Again, voicemail. I was batting a thousand before I called Emily. Two and a half rings, and I hung up. I filled up my glass, put on some music and sat and read on my couch with the dog at my feet.