Kylee is new to town, but she has already heard everything that anyone could know about her next-door neighbors, Sean and Conner. At first, she thought they were gay, two seemingly single hot guys living together just screams gay to me, but what do I know? Small-town living has kept me in the dark about things in the past. Sean and Conner seemed nice, though; they both graduated top of their class in college and started their own import/export company that is very successful. They both speak several different languages and are well-traveled. The other things I heard about them are all hearsay and mainly to scare me away from them. I am a publishing agent just moved to California, and my new job came at the best time. My ex-boyfriend had been cheating on me for months. He thought I didn’t know, but I did, not the whole time, but long enough to wonder why he just didn’t leave me already. When I finally gave up on him telling me himself, I confronted him, and his answer was to swear to never do it again and to propose. At that moment, I knew I had to get out. I found the letter of my job acceptance when I got back home that night. I made all the necessary steps to move my whole life. Michael wasn’t happy about it; in fact, when I left, he thought I wasn’t serious when I said it was over. He thought that if he gave me a few days, I would come crawling back begging him to marry me.
Needless to say, when the movers came, he was livid. It was funny to see him at a loss for words. It was even funnier when his face turned purple when I told him I was leaving and never wanted to see him again. Let’s just say that after that, I fully understood that he cheated on me because he didn’t find me attractive and didn’t have any kind of respect for me. I never thought I was that bad of a looker. I knew I wasn’t perfect, but I still thought I was attractive. At 5’5 I wasn’t all that tall, but you couldn’t call me short either. I have beautiful, long, wavy black hair with a reddish tint to it, thanks to my Irish heritage, and mocha skin, thanks to my Puerto Rican father. I knew back then that I was a knockout, but while dating Michael, I think I lost some part of myself that made me a knockout, not just in looks but everywhere else. I guess dating someone who makes you guess your own worth can do that to you.
That was 6 months ago, I’ve been hit on and asked out, but never really wanted to do there with any of them. Plus, I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why they wanted me when they could have anyone, including the supermodel types, since god knows I am not and will never be a size 0. So you can imagine my surprise when not one but both guys started to hit on me. Well, at least that’s what I think they are doing. I asked around, and I’m not normally the type of woman they go for. I say that because while asking about them, I found out that there isn’t just choosing one, you have to take the other as well. I heard that if anything, that’s why they are single or only have flings. The woman thinks, sure, for a while, let’s have fun, but when they try to pick just one to be in an actual relationship with, the guys tells them it’s time to go.
All of this is running through my head when I park my car in my driveway. It has been a long week and I can’t wait to go inside and let the new job and move settle a part of my new reality and start fresh Monday with a new outlook. As I stepped inside, my phone was ringing. I’m wondering why is it since not many people have my number, and pray it isn’t work-related. “Hello”, I say as I hold my breath, hoping nothing messes up my plans to do nothing tonight. I was wrong, but I was happy that it was not to be work-related, but my new friend from work, Crystal. ” Hey girl, I know you just got home, maybe, but I am going to the bar with some co-workers and wanted you to come chill,” Crystal says, sounding as if the excitement of tonight has already hit her full force, and it wouldn’t matter if I said no or not, because she is going to be having fun anyway. ” Come on, Ky, you wouldn’t come out with us at all during the week, but it’s Friday and you know you don’t want to be at home. Just come out, and if you don’t have any fun, you can leave. Take a cab, though, so if you drink, you don’t have to worry about driving home.”
She’s right and I know it. “Okay, fine, I’ll come out, but I will leave if it isn’t as much fun as you are making it sound.” Crystal squeals into the phone, saying how much fun this is going to be. Before she hangs up, she tells me the address of the bar and tells me to dress sexy, that I might meet someone, and doesn’t want me to look anything but as hot as she knows I am. I try on five different outfits before I pick to wear my tight dark blue hip huggers with my black knee high boots, and a white mesh top with a black tube top underneath. I feel amazing about this outfit I picked, and I do my hair and make-up as I wait for the cab. I stare into the mirror, seeing and feeling like the person I was before Michael ever happened. I get the call that the cab is outside, I look one last time in the mirror to make sure everything looks good, and I text Crystal saying I’m leaving and will be there in a few. I grabbed my keys, wallet, and phone and walked to the door. Tonight is about new beginnings, and I can’t wait to see what life has in store for me next.
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