Synopsis For every girl who wondered if she should love him or dump him..... For every girl who listened to her heart instead of her friends advice.... For every girl who l wondered if she was wasting her time dating that guy.... meet Hilary.... She had gotten used to dating the commitment-phobic Marc, thirteen years her senior. They had a great relationship--why rush into things? She saw no need to pressure him for marriage, believing that when the time was right, he would propose. But after they had been together for four years, their friends decided to take matters into their own hands, pushing Marc to propose and making Hilary realize how much she really did want to marry the man that she loved. Unfortunately, Marc still wasn't ready--and their friends' meddling in the form of a faux engagement party led to a disastrous New Year's Eve that brought their relationship to an inevitable turning point. |
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For whatever reason, this restaurant attracted an elderly crowd. Our two tables were pretty much the only ones in the entire place that weren’t occupied by people north of their seventy-fifth birthdays. As soon as the waiter cleared off our dinner plates, my mom headed to the bathroom and Marc sat down in her seat. “I just want to see what it feels like to sit next to you,” he said as he smiled at me.
As I arched my eyebrows at him, I asked, “Well, how does it feel?” He pondered for a second, and I noticed the table of two elderly couples sitting to the other side of us. They were watching Marc and me interact as if they were watching a movie. We were clearly their entertainment for the evening.
“I think I can get used to it,” Marc replied solemnly.
All too quickly, my mom returned from the bathroom and Marc had to go back to his seat. We continued to chat for a little while as Marc’s brother squared away their bill, and the waiter brought over coffee and cappuccino for my mom and me.
As Marc and his family got up to leave, he said, “This was fun. Can we do it again?”
“Sure,” I said. “Call me.”
“Are you going to give me your number?”
“My number?” I asked, playing coy. “Oh, you want my number, do you?”
“Well, it usually does help,” he retorted, “if I am to call you.”
“Okay.” I rattled off, “766-722” with a twinkle in my eye.
Marc wrote down the digits and stared at the paper. A confused look appeared on his face. “Huh? You only gave me six numbers.”
Flippantly, as if I didn’t care whether he called — though I desperately wanted him to—I answered, “I know... you need to guess the missing number.”
Why I did this, I don’t know. It wasn’t a plan. It wasn’t my signature move (not that I actually had a signature move, mind you)— it just happened.
As I arched my eyebrows at him, I asked, “Well, how does it feel?” He pondered for a second, and I noticed the table of two elderly couples sitting to the other side of us. They were watching Marc and me interact as if they were watching a movie. We were clearly their entertainment for the evening.
“I think I can get used to it,” Marc replied solemnly.
All too quickly, my mom returned from the bathroom and Marc had to go back to his seat. We continued to chat for a little while as Marc’s brother squared away their bill, and the waiter brought over coffee and cappuccino for my mom and me.
As Marc and his family got up to leave, he said, “This was fun. Can we do it again?”
“Sure,” I said. “Call me.”
“Are you going to give me your number?”
“My number?” I asked, playing coy. “Oh, you want my number, do you?”
“Well, it usually does help,” he retorted, “if I am to call you.”
“Okay.” I rattled off, “766-722” with a twinkle in my eye.
Marc wrote down the digits and stared at the paper. A confused look appeared on his face. “Huh? You only gave me six numbers.”
Flippantly, as if I didn’t care whether he called — though I desperately wanted him to—I answered, “I know... you need to guess the missing number.”
Why I did this, I don’t know. It wasn’t a plan. It wasn’t my signature move (not that I actually had a signature move, mind you)— it just happened.
Author Info
Hilary Grossman dated a guy so commitment-phobic that she was able to write a book about their relationship. She is currently the CFO of a beverage alcohol importer and lives on Long Island.