“What if that other guy weren’t in the picture?”
He was cutting me deep. “Dude, this has nothing to do him.” Though I wished it did. That would be a great excuse. “This is about you, and me, and . . .”
I was trying to concentrate on delivering my message. Why was he distracting me? Even though the other guy had blown me off, and I had absolutely no other prospects, I would rather be alone than poorly accompanied. I was willing to wait for the right person, instead of settling for a convenient, comfortable, yet unhealthy relationship.
“I have to respect what’s right for me. I want more. I need more.”
“You deserve more.”
“I do. In completely unrelated news, I’m not in a relationship of any kind with anyone.”
“Bianca, there is obviously something going on with you and—”
No. “If there ever was anything with him, there isn’t any more. He hasn’t talked to me since the night of the Rec Room taping, so his silence has made that perfectly clear.”
Jenny continued giving me sympathetic looks from across my desk. For some reason, I was glad she was there.
“I’m sorry, Bianca,” he said. “I’m not sorry he’s out of the picture. Although if we had to compete, I know I would beat him.”
“But I am sorry you’re unhappy. I thought he was a better guy than that.”
So did I.
“So you’re alone, I’m alone,” he lamented. “Where is the bright, shining light in all of this?”
“I did have fun meeting you for the first time at the taping.”
“The second time was even better. Even though that’s when I discovered my life is a mess, thanks to you.”
“What am I supposed to say to that? You’re welcome?”
“I meant it in a good way.”
“I have to accept that life I tried to create myself has failed. The first step is admitting that you have a problem, right?” His voice expressed a growing weariness. “So I admit it. I need to start over. I don’t know how, though.”
“And this is my fault because . . . ?”
“I’m not blaming you. I’m thanking you, because I can talk to you. I haven’t had to explain the situation to anyone else yet, not my family, not my friends. Not that I would have known what to tell them. It’s easier with you.”
“Because we just met?”
“Because I trust you.”
I trusted me, too.