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She wandered quietly to one corner of Aerin’s cavernous living room, converted tonight to a dance hall, unaware of being observed by more than one set of eyes, as she floated past noisy groups that had haphazardly formed and scattered around the floor. She paused beside a tall squarish side table, groaning with half-empty whisky and champagne bottles, not far from the path that led to the main kitchen of this vast penthouse that overlooked Central Park. She poured herself another glass of the Dom Perignon Rose’ that Aerin had popped open earlier.
What the fuck am I getting into? Do I seriously think this will work with Tiler? I mean, really, what can she get from me that she can’t from all the other chicks she’s dated, or from the vast pool of blonde hotties out there who she’s yet to meet, or date, if that’s what she’s into? 99.99% of whom are likely to have both legs intact? Then she wouldn’t have to adjust all the time, and try to hide that she’s trying to adjust when she does.
Do I try to get out of this now before we both make a huge mistake? She’s admitted she has the worst track record with relationships, so yeah, fair warning, Jia. Plus there’s my shit: I KNOW that my sustaining a relationship with someone new, given my realities, has about the same chances as Angie and TJ would have building a pile of snowballs in the middle of Central Park on any given March weekend. That is, for the kids to do that, it would take a near-miraculous late spring snowstorm blasting out of nowhere. And for me? Well, it would take a miracle of greater magnitude than that in order for this thing with Tiler to work, too.
So, yeah, that is not a good combination of odds, on her side and mine – and if I count on a miracle happening, and plunge into this anyway, if this doesn’t work, this is going to hurt like … I can’t even describe it. It’s going to hurt. And I will be so fucked.
“So, Jia, are you hogging that bottle or are you sharing?” Rian asked, as she eyed their new friend, who was caressing the neck of the Dom Perignon Rose absentmindedly, while staring into space, looking miserable for some reason. The night had been a happy one for everybody else, as far as she could tell. People had been dancing, laughing, and singing their lungs out. Earlier, Jia had been cheering Tiler along together with Rachel and Rian, even.