“You mean a straight man?”
She reaches across the table and pats my hand. Her concerned stare locks with my eyes and she informs, “Storm, you can do so much better than a lifeguard. That man is beneath you. You’re a millionaire. A man of high society. You shouldn’t settle on a no-named blond on a beach who makes your cock bounce. Set your standards high, friend. Seek out someone with your same zeal and let the lifeguard be, even if you think you clicked with him.”
I chalk her monologue up as good advice, share a toast with her, and say, “To the men we will find, fall in love with, and live happily together with for the rest of our lives.”
“Cheers,” my special sidekick says, clinks her drink against mine, and shares an endearing smile with me from ear to ear. 5: A Creamy Dreamy and Bad Love