Juilliard or Else (55 page)

Rolling my eyes, "Gee thanks for that, damn."

"Oh don't you roll your eyes at my missy, you know what I mean." How does she know when I'm rolling my eyes? "Yeah, y'all were hot and heavy for months, and then you dumped him and he immediately met Stacey right after. Now just six months later he's engaged, getting married in five and to top it off he sends you an invite. What is he trying to do rub it in your face or something? You know I never really cared for him and this just proves I was right."

I started pacing back and forth in front of my couch. "No this just proves I'm right, I'm nothing but a good luck charm for them. I'm the one they date before they meet 'The One'. It's like I train them, and then send them off like a teacher into the real dating world. Ready to fall in love and marry the one right after me." I stomped my foot in frustration.

Becky started rambling on about something, but I stopped paying attention. Trying to remember what happened to all the men that have come and gone in my life. See this is why number eight isn't my lucky number, that's the number of men I have dated that have gone on to find 'The One'. There's nothing against finding 'The One', I just hate that it was after they dated me. To make things worse they all have dubbed me their 'Lucky Charm'.

Yup, that's right. Just because they dated me and then the next girl (or guy) they dated, fell in love, then up and married them. Then to top it off they even had the nerve to send me their stupid wedding invites as a thank you for dumping their ass. Ugh, Kyle's wasn't even the first one I received.

"Rachel! Are you even listening to me?" Becky's rambling snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Oh… um… no not really, sorry." I admit "Hey I think I'm going to go ahead and call it a night, I just want to forget this whole day." Becky tells me bye and made me promise her that I will call her tomorrow before I go in to work.

I laid my head back on the couch and welcomed the cool feeling of the leather against my wet hair. Reaching for the remote I flipped through the TV guide until I saw my all-time favorite romantic movie,
The Notebook
. Selecting it in hopes it will keep my mind off everything crazy going on in my life.

The last scene I remembered before drifting off was Noah and Allie on the docks and he was telling her, it wasn't over. Before I knew it I'm waking up from the strangest dream, I dreamt about my very first ex.

I dubbed him, 'The Athlete'. He stood about six foot, great build, broad shoulders, the whole nine yards. See, he played football back in the day and worked out every chance he had after he finished his contract. His eye's where a pretty brown, pretty in a manly way, had slight stubble on his cheeks, which made the attraction to him even greater. I guess that's what first attracted me to him was his looks, I mean because honestly that's the first thing we see when we meet someone. Next, you get to know them and then you fall in love with what's on the inside, but looks are the first thing you notice. You know it's true.

Second thing I noticed; was that he was very sensitive and in touch with his feminine side. Now don't get me wrong, every woman loves a guy that can sympathize with them about things, but damn. Sometimes you want a manly man, a shoulder to cry and lean on, not have it be the other way around.

I remembered when I first started noticing 'the signs'. We were watching
The Notebook
one night over at his house. Okay that should have been the very first sign, because he picked that movie out in the first place. At the time I just figured he was being sweet because he knew how much I loved that movie. Noticing out the corner of my eye, that he was quoting each and every line from the characters, and then he cried at the end. Yeah, he totally cried. That's when the red flags started waving, with the loud blare horns going off frantically in my head.

I called it off the next day. To me I just didn't see us going anywhere, especially with his very feminine side. Sometimes I just couldn't take it.

Turns out I put him off women for good, because I heard through a friend of a friend that after I broke up with him, he had an epiphany and fell in love with a lovely man. No really, I heard he's rather
lovely
. They truly make the perfect couple; I've seen a few pictures of them together on Facebook
after
he sent me a friend request. What nerve.

First, I was kind of put off that I might have turned him gay, but then again you don't just wake up one morning and decide to be gay. I truly believe you are born that way. So that leads me to feel he was hiding himself all along, but we didn't sleep together so that was good. I think that would have been awkward anyways.

Hearing very odd sounds, I woke up to realize I had fallen asleep on the couch with some very awful amateur porn playing on my TV
.

Gotta love HBO during the early morning hours.
I thought to myself.

Squinting at the receiver with dry and tired eyes, blinking a couple of times to focus on the glowing blue numbers to make out that it was well after four in the morning. Untangling my body from my plum fuzzy blanket while picking up the remote to turn off the TV and dragging my tired ass down the hall and into my bed with my fluffy down comforter. Double checking my phone to make sure it was plugged in, along with my alarm set to go off in five dreadful hours so I could go back to work. I chanted in my head, 'I love my job, I love my job'

"Night Clyde," I mumbled while patting his head. He's still snoring away on his side. I rolled over to turn my bedside lamp off and fall into a peaceful dream that isn't filled with any of my ex's.