New Guy

By:

Myth-love

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“So…?”

“So what?”

“How are you? Now that you’re, you know, single…again.”

“I’m good and kinda relieved in a way.”

“Glad that you don’t have to deal with him anymore?”

“Yeah…oh, I have to tell you. I met a really cute guy the other day.”

“Really? Name?”

“I’m not telling you. You might try and steal him.”

“Oh please, Alice, I have a boyfriend, thanks very much. I am not going to steal anyone.”

“I know that, anyway, he is really cute. He has dark hair and dark eyes.”

“Tall?”

“Everyone is tall compared to me, Dawn. But he isn’t six-feet-tall. My head comes up to his chin…almost.”

“Freshmen?”

“Sophomore, but he told me that he was three credits away from being a junior.”

“That must suck. So he’s probably nineteen or twenty.”

“Probably. Oh, and get this, he speaks three languages.”

“Three?”

“Yeah, and his dad speaks eight.”

“Eight?”

“Fluently.”

“Wow. What did you say your special skill was?”

“I didn’t, I told him that I remembered very little of my high school French class.”

“You should have said that you were fluent in sexy.”

“Ha! I should have, but, alas, I did not.”

“Major?”

“Computer science with a business minor.”

“Hey-hey! Look at that! Another computer science major! What else did you figure out about him?”

“Favorite drink, favorite movie, he wants an iPhone, he works at a coffee shop, barely gets any sleep.”

“Wow. Okay…did you get his number?”

“E-mail.”

“That good.”

“So I met him on Friday, guess who IMed me Sunday.”

“The ex?”

“Yeah.”

“Really? Wow.”

“Uh-huh, he IMed me and asked how life was treating me, if I was liking college, blah, blah, blah. I responded in one word sentences.”

“Good for you, so, are you going to pursue Mr. Tall-dark-and-fluent?”

“I haven’t seen him since Friday.”

“You’ve got his E-mail.”

“I know. I’ll talk to him…eventually.”

“Eventually better be soon or I might steal him.”

“You just said you wouldn’t! You’ve got a boyfriend.”

“Alas.”