Let Them In (Book 3.0) -INTERSEX

Evelyn

Workaholic, that's what I am—someone who rather sit in an office than in front of a tv. Maybe I haven't found the right tv yet. I mean person yet. Whatever. I'm so scattered brain trying to clean this cabinet of files of old clients who no longer come here. Clutter surrounds me, and I'm sure I'm more comfortable being more surrounded by all these folders than the warmth of my own bed. I'm weird, I know, which is why I'm single.

Single as a Pringle. Twenty-seven with no sex life or partner to go home to. Do you think I'll be a 40-year-old virgin? I'm not a virgin. But I haven't had sex in a while. Is four months a while? It feels like it. I mean, I dated Brad in high school. But soon after found out I don't like dick. It's weird. Veiny. And looks like a combusting sausage when it stands up. Gross.

Then there was a nice lady I dated five months ago. If you could even call it dating. I forgot her name. Many times. During dates. During sex. Whenever. But she dumped me. Not because I couldn't remember her name. I hid that very well. I called her every nickname in the book to hide the fact that I didn't know her name was Katy. Katlynn? Kristen? I don't know. It was something along those lines.

She was sweet, though. Definitely not my type. Moms just pushed me to date, and that happened. They laugh about it after. I didn't because I got dumbed. Yet again.

I'm never the one to dump them. Maybe because I'm never around to say the words. Always behind these office doors. Or at charity events for the hospital. I don't know how Mama does it in the pit. But I think it's because Mom is used to it. She supports her. Doesn't put her down for working all the time. She just accepts the fact that she's out there saving lives and that every night she'll be home to hold her. I wish I had that. I go home every night to myself—my Tv. I still haven't found the right one yet. Tv. Person. Both.

I sigh to myself, and a knock is heard at the door. "Come in," the door opens, revealing Lucy. I frantically move things around to look neater and pat my hair down. Hoping to look just the slightest bit better than I imagined. "Hey! Do you have an appointment with me... or something?" I click on my computer to check my schedule. I know I don't have an appointment with her... I just said that not to seem too excited to see her.

She closes the door and stands there shyly. "Uh, no. I just wanted to see you... I think," I crack a smile.

"You think?"

"Uh.. no? I know. I wanted to see you. To say sorry for what happened between us," she's speaking about the time I went to Serenity's, and she threw me out because I was too cowardly and stupid to say I liked her. Well, she didn't throw me out. But we haven't really talked since then. I haven't been back to the club in a few months.

"Oh. No bad blood. We're good. It was nothing. Didn't matter. I'm fine," I continue to ramble, and she laughs at me. "Sorry"

"It's fine," she fidgets with her fingers.

"Uh. Yea. Sorry. Take a seat," she sits in front of me. I try to push my folders in a neater stack.

"Clutterer much?"

"Spring cleaning," I try to correct.

"Cute," she smiles, and my smile grows. We sit there like two big goons smiling at each other until she clears her throat. "I took your advice."

"What advice?"

"To move on from Hope. It took a minute. More like months, but I finally got over it."

I nod, expressionless. Great, she came here to talk about my cousin. "That's good. I guess"

"Yea... I've had my eye on someone else for quite some time." GREAT! Now she wants to talk to me about this new person she likes—really Lucy, two for two. And my annoyance is through the roof. But I try to smile like the good friend I am.