On Friends and Lovers

After a long day in the private equity industry, Sarah and I decided to do a bit of shopping. No, this is not the time to be spending frivolously, though I was in desperate need of retail therapy as I was also on the verge of alcoholism; which may actually be the better option considering the latest rays of economic optimism; cheap bottle of Yellow Tail vs. $200 Gilt Group tab. Oh the decisions.

Because the future of our employment is so uncertain we decided that buying yet another suit may be necessary. In addition to the gray, navy, and black pinstripe...everyone could use a crisp, linen...charcoal shift dress and matching jacket...right???

While advising each other on our picks in the Banana Republic fitting room, Sarah and I began discussing our love interests...

"So any promising suitors?", I asked.

"Eh, only eye candy. What about you?"

"Oh, well...I have the most painful crush right now. You know, love hurts.", I laughed.

"Rrreally??", asked Sarah, "who is the crush??"

Before today, I had hinted to Sarah on a few occasions that my crush was Cole, though never admitted it.

"Well", I began, "He is not the typical type of guy who I like...which means he seems to have his shit together.", I chuckled.

Rolling my eyes and exhaling the deep breath that I just took in, "It's Cole," I breathed.

Sarah looked at me and her smile turned further upward and she began to laugh, "That's my crush!!!!"

We were jumping around in the dressing room like schoolgirls while wearing our cute little dresses complete with price tags.

I began laughing and grabbed her hands in mine while asking, "Doesn't his ass look like it was sewn into his trousers?!?!?! And I bet those trousers would look great on the floor!"

"Yes!!", she agreed, "each time he bends over, I could swear that I am going to faint and need medical attention."

"You know Sarah, if we were any other two girls, this could turn ugly, though strangely I see this crush as bringing us closer", I said.

Sarah agreed saying, "It's like our little secret..."

"Our little secret about Cutie Bend Over...or C.B.O. for short," I winked.

"OOOOH you're bad! I love it!", Sarah exclaimed.

Taking this last comment as a compliment, I said, "Eh I try...we'll be completely fair when it comes to love...and a great, tight ass." --Frankie