Dylan...
I drummed my fingers against the sturdy oak of my desk, trying to get myself to focus on work.But no matter what I did, my mind kept trailing back to the biggest distraction yet—Kathy.It was like clockwork and I didn't know how to stop myself from thinking of her.
"Don't be stupid," I muttered to myself. "It's not like we were actually dating."
Somehow, it felt worse than what a real breakup would have been when she admitted she did not want to be in a pretend relationship with me anymore.
In all the years that my mother would beg me to see myself settle on someone I had never once asked a woman to be my fake date before. She was the only person in the world who could boast such a privilege. What really got to me was how she had been the one to call it off.It felt like a rejection. And that was definitely not something I was used to receiving.
