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“A whole bunch of reasons,” he sighed. “She had her own issues. She wasn’t very motivated about anything in life, and it got worse the older she got. She lost her job and went on unemployment, and didn’t make much of an effort to pull herself back up. Meanwhile I was trying to stay motivated about my own acting career, traveling with shows and working my way up. I would get home after two weeks on the road and she… She would just be sitting on the couch, right where I’d left her. I would ask her what she did while I was gone, and she’d say that she did nothing. And she meant it too: she literally did nothing.”
“I’ve had friends like that,” I said. “But thankfully no partners.”
“Eventually it started sapping my own motivation. It’s tough to be excited about your career when your girlfriend doesn’t have any goals or motivations of her own. We were already drifting apart, and I knew staying with her was holding me back, so I ended it. She lives with her parents now.”
“Is she still unemployed?”
“God only knows. I unfollowed her on Facebook and haven’t looked back. Best decision I’ve ever made.”
Despite that final comment, I could tell he was saddened by it. A wound that hadn’t fully healed. I couldn’t blame him; eight years was a hell of a long time to be with someone. I wondered if that’s why he just wanted a platonic female friend, as opposed to what the other guys wanted. He was still getting over his last relationship.
“Our date won’t involve wine since we have rehearsal tonight,” I said to lighten the mood. “At least, I don’t think Andy would bring some.”
“He’s definitely too straight-laced,” Dorian agreed. “Rehearsals have been going well.”
“They have!” I replied while grabbing another stack of fliers to hold. “It feels like everyone knows their parts.”
“Everyone except you-know-who,” he said with a healthy helping of side-eye.
I laughed, then lowered my voice even though nobody else was paying attention to our conversation. “It’s too bad the saboteur has been scared off by Ryan monitoring from the catwalks.”
“Right? He’s good for that. Intimidation.” He lowered his eyes at me. “So. Nadia. Is he good in bed, too?”
I gawked at him, feeling embarrassed with all the pedestrians walking by. “Kind of blunt, dude!”
“It’s just us girlfriends. You can give me some juicy gossip.”
I laughed and then threw modesty to the wind. “Yeah, he’s good in bed. Very good.”
“Very good? I didn’t know he had it in him!”
“Part of it is the nature of the relationship,” I explained. “We can be blunt and demanding about what we want. No relationship mind reading or awkwardly hoping the other person will do something.” I leaned in close and lowered my voice. “If I want him to eat me out to completion, I say so. And if he wants to shove his cock down my throat and fuck my face, he does it. We both get what we want. No guilt. No mess.”
“Well, some mess,” Dorian said with an elbow nudge.
“Ha ha.”
“I must admit,” he said, “that does sound delightfully straightforward. I should get me one of those.”
“It beats taking home randos from the bar.”
Dorian mused on this while handing out fliers. “What about Andy? Have you calibrated the equipment of our dear lighting technician?”
“That joke was a stretch, even for your cheesy ass.”
“I’ll do better next time,” he promised. “But you’re evading my question. Which I suppose is an answer in itself…”
I was surprised by how comfortable I was with Dorian. It wasn’t awkward discussing these intimate things with him at all. I was more embarrassed by what the complete strangers around us would think than Dorian. He really had become like a girlfriend to me over the past few weeks.
“We have not,” I declared.
“Is it not going well?”
“It’s going fine, but he’s wanted to take it slow,” I explained. “I was planning on kicking things up on our next date, but I guess it will have to wait for the one after that.”
“Why?”
“Uh, because we’ll be in Central Park. Can’t get down to business in the middle of the day surrounded by dudes playing lunchtime softball.”
