For the first time ever, the doctor was coming over to my apartment. I lit some candles, slipped into my leopard print robe and made myself a cappuccino. I was nervous. Not only because it was my first time having a man over in a while, one that I really liked, but also because of the warnings I had received from friends in the past twenty-four hours.
First from Fillip and now the woman from my dinner at the Core Club.
“Just be careful.” Why did everyone keep telling me that? Frankly, I was getting a little tired of hearing it. I’m a grown woman.
I decided I needed some advice from other women who were in the same boat, who were familiar with the world of arrangements and might be a good sounding board. I opened my computer and began browsing. I came across a blog called LetsTalkSugar.com, which was a virtual community of girls in the exact same boat. I was amazed at just how many girls out there were also having arrangements. Perfectly normal girls right here in Manhattan. Writers, designers, students. I felt a bit comforted knowing I wasn’t alone. I guess I wasn’t the only single girl paying $3k for a studio in the city.
I checked my watch. 10:59. As the minutes ticked by, I felt myself getting antsy. What was I doing with a married guy? We were only a week into things. I could just end things now and no one would get hurt. But something told me to hang on and see where things went. It was all just to interesting to walk away now.
I continued to tidy the apartment, fidgeting with flower vases and obsessively straightening picture frames, when I finally heard from him. He had landed safely at JFK.