Searching for Neverland
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Authors: Monica Alexander
Searching for Neverland
By Monica Alexander
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“I hate guys,” I growled as I shut the front door and leaned my head back against it.
Having just been on my fifth dead-end first date in as many weeks, I was seriously starting to think that being single for the rest of my life might not be such a bad option. Where, I ask you, did all the good men go? When I was twenty-two, there seemed to be a plethora of them. Now, from where I stood, rapidly edging toward thirty, there seemed to be seriously slim pickings – or maybe I was just a magnet for the worst men on the planet.
“Hey, what did I do?” I heard from the kitchen and jumped a mile.
I wasn’t expecting to actually get a response to my rhetorical statement since I thought no one was home. But I shouldn’t have been surprised. I would have recognized that southern-accented voice anywhere.
As if on cue, my roommate Josh rounded the corner from the kitchen with a bowl of cereal in his hand and milk dripping from his chin. Typical Josh.
I couldn’t help the grin that crept up on my face. He was such a mess, but I loved that something as simple as him having milk on his chin could turn my pissy mood around.
“Thank you,” I said, perplexing him further, as his eyebrows knitted together.
“Um, okay,” he said, as he wiped his chin with sleeve of his long sleeve t-shirt.
“Shitty date, that’s all,” I told him, as I kicked off the heels I was wearing and
made a face
at them. They’d been pinching my feet for the past few hours. “I think I might just stop dating. It would definitely be preferable to the agony of going out on these dead-end dates all the time.”
It literally pained me to think of the perfectly good hours I’d lost going out with duds. Why couldn’t I meet someone who was at least fun? Or someone who was really hot who just wanted casual sex? I would be amendable to that at this point.
Josh chuckled and pointed at me with his spoon. “That is exactly why I don’t go on dates with women I’ve only met for five minutes.”
“Ha, ha,” I said, as I pushed past him and went to sit down in the living room.
He’d been giving me shit all week for accepting a date with tonight’s guy soon after meeting him the previous weekend. I’d met him at O’Donnell’s, my uncle’s bar, where Josh worked as a bartender/manager, and he’d been behind the bar at the time I’d been talking to the cute guy who’d occupied the barstool next to mine while my friend Casey was in the bathroom. The guy was sweet, and he told me I was pretty, and to my credit, I was heavily intoxicated, so I didn’t see the flaws in him that I might have noticed had I been sober – namely that he was shorter than me and mind-numbingly boring.
And my sweet and considerate roommate hadn’t thought to tell me any of these things. He thought it was funnier for me to figure them out on my own. Love him for that.
Josh followed me into the living room and flopped down into the armchair. He stuffed a heaping spoonful of cereal into his mouth and said something that wasn’t the least bit coherent.
“Are you eating my cereal?” I asked him, already knowing the answer.
He grinned, then finished chewing, and swallowed. “Yes,” he said, and gave me the look he
always gave me
when he did
something bad
. It
was a mix between puppy dog
eyes and little boy innocence, a
nd he knew I couldn’t resist it.
“Jerk,” I muttered, but I wasn’t the least bit upset. My roommates knew how much of a cereal fiend I was, but I was willing to share when they asked nicely – or shamefully begged for forgiveness after pilfering my supply.
“I was hungry,” Josh said so pathetically, as if he was a starving orphan.
I rolled my eyes and smiled. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Do you want me to make you a bowl?” he offered.
I shook my head. “No, but I’d love a beer.”
“You got it,” he said, setting his cereal bowl on the coffee table. “Go change, and then you can come back down and tell me all about your crappy date.”
I wasn’t sure why Josh was home, since he was supposed to go out with his friends that night, but I was sure glad he’d decided to stay in.
Five minutes later, I came back down the stairs wearing yoga pants and my favorite Gators t-shirt from college. I settled onto the couch, crossed my legs under me, and pulled my long blond hair back into a messy bun as Josh tossed me a can of Coors Light.
“Bless you,” I said, popping it open and taking a huge swig. “So no big plans tonight?”
Even though it was only ten o’clock, he was wearing gray basketball shorts and a white Atlanta Braves t-shirt, and his light brown hair was damp, as if he’d recently showered, so I knew he wasn’t going out.
He shook his head and stretched his legs out in front of him on the coffee table. “Sean and Cole were going to Channelside, but I haven’t had a night off in a while, and the idea of spending my night in a bar seemed less than appealing.”
Josh had worked at
the
Irish pub
my Uncle Stu owned
for the past three years
, which happened to back directly up to our house
. In addition to bartending, he’d started managing the day shift the year before, and a girl named Chelsea had been the night manager. But in May, Chelsea had finished her degree and had gotten a job in her field, so Josh had picked up some of her shifts while he’d hired and trained a new night manager. He’d had been working close to seventy hours a week for the past month, so I knew he was beat.
“I wish I would have stayed in with you tonight,” I said wistfully.
“So what was wrong with tonight’s guy?” he asked, cutting right to the chase.
He’d heard my complaints about the last four guys I’d dated – toxic bad breath, did a line of coke during our d
ate, had a distractingly large A
dam’s apple, and talked about his mom during most of dinner – so it made sense that Josh was serving as my dating sounding board for tonight’s dud.
“He was short,” I said, shrugging as I took another sip of my beer. “And he had garlic breath, and he was really, really boring.”
“How short?” Josh asked, making a face.
“Shorter than me,” I said, as if it was all that was needed to be said.
Josh made a face. He didn’t date girls taller than him, but of course, at 6’1”, he didn’t find many girls taller than him, so it was kind of a moot point. I was only 5’6”, so shorter than me was short.
“And he had garlic breath?” he questioned, raising his eyebrows. I knew sometimes my dating stories were out there, but I swear, they were all true. I usually dated weirdos, bottom line.
I sighed. “Yeah, he’d eaten Italian for lunch, and he was discreetly burping it up all throughout our date. I felt bad for him, and I probably would have let that slide had he not been soooo dull,” I said, letting my head fall back against the couch.
“Are you sure you weren’t being too picky?”
I glared at Josh, but in his defense, I’d let guys go for lesser annoyances and had been accused more than once of not giving a guy a chance and being too judgmental too early in the dating process. But I hadn’t done that with tonight’s guy. Just thinking of the
conversation we’d had about 401k
s and stocks that I’d been forced to sit through made me want to take a long nap.
“No, I was not being too picky,” I retorted.
So Josh raised his eyebrows at me as if to say, go on, and I knew he didn’t believe me.
I shook my head. “He shared his five year plan with me, which included making partner at his law firm, getting married and having two kids.”
“In five years?!” Josh questioned, and I knew he finally understood.
Most of our other friends were looking forward to settling down and having families, including our roommate, Allison, who was Josh’s younger sister and my best friend. She dreamed about the day she could marry Corey, her boyfriend of four years, and start popping out kids. For me, that concept was terrifying. Sure, I wanted to get married, but kids wouldn’t be in the cards for several years. I was still trying with everything in me to hang on to my youth, and I knew Josh, who had a bit of a Peter Pan complex himself, was doing the same. Hell, he didn’t even have a real job, he loved sleeping in, staying out late, and he hadn’t
ever
had a girlfriend in the three years we’d lived together. He was nowhere close to settling down.
“Eesh,” Josh said, mock shivering at the thought of having kids. “He really told you that on your first date?”
“Oh yeah,” I confirmed, my eyes going wide. “It was one of the first things he told me, as if it was supposed to entice me or something.”
Josh gave me a knowing look, and I knew what he was thinking. He was two years older than me, so he’d dated a few girls around his age who were watching their biological clocks like hawks. I knew it freaked him out when a girl he’d just started seeing brought up marriage and kids, or even co-habitation. It was why he’d switched to primarily dating girls in their early twenties over the past year.