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you?”
    “What? No. I barely know him. We ate, and then he brought me home since you abandoned me. What’d you think? I did him in his car?”
    “I don ’t know,” she replied with a shrug. “You said it was a nice car.”
    Rolling my eyes at her, I turned and looked over at the flowers again, and I couldn ’t help but smile. Seth was definitely a guy I’d thought was out of my league, but maybe Macy was right. He sent me roses, and he did ask for my number, so that was a good sign.
    “It ’s been three years, Lee,” Macy said, interrupting my thoughts.
    I let out a loud groan and put one of my pillows over my face. I didn ’t want to go down this road with her again.
    “Hun, you can ’t let your fear of ending up with another ass like him keep holding you back,” she said, yanking the pillow away from me. “You’ve barely gone on any dates, and any that you have, you always found something wrong.”
    “Right, they have all been perfect and I ’m just being picky,” I retorted sarcastically. “Let’s see, there’s the one guy who took me to a minor league ballgame. He had a whole different idea of what the seventh inning stretch meant. Then there was that guy from that dating site you put me on. You know the one who liked to dress up as a baby and asked if I would breast feed him.”
    “Oh, come on. Those are two extreme cases. What about the one, um, you know the teacher guy.”
    “Still hung up on his ex-wife. So much so he showed up to our date wearing his wedding ring.”
    “Ah, yeah. Okay still, you’re now ruling out people before you even give them a chance. I mean, Seth is fucking hot, and yet you’re sitting here in your self-doubt comfort bubble. He asked for your number, sent you flowers, yet I can still see the doubt written all over your face.”
    I pulled my knees to my chest, letting out an annoyed breath. Macy didn ’t understand. It was hard not to have some self-doubt after growing up with Dorian, my major bitch of a sister, and then dating that cheating no good bastard for longer than I ever should have. There were plenty of times I wished I could be more like Macy, but I couldn’t. I was too afraid of making the wrong choices, and I didn’t want to be hurt again. If I was going to be honest with myself, I was secretly glad those dates turned out to be duds.
    “It ’s not a self-doubt comfort bubble,” I replied with a snarky tone.
    “Yeah right, and I ’m on my way to join the nearest convent,” Macy replied, rolling her eyes. “Look, I get it. Paul was a douche, no doubt about that, but you can’t let that relationship hold you back from finding someone. Or at the very least have some fun. I mean damn, you don’t even masturbate! I have no clue how you have managed to keep your sanity after all this time. And your birthday present is still sitting in the box unopened. That vibrator is top of the line and cost me damn near three hundred dollars. The sales girl assured me you wouldn’t even miss not having a man. You need to work off some of that energy. It might do you some good.”
    “Well, then you use it!” I retorted, climbing off my bed. “As much as I am enjoying this talk about my lack of a sex life, I have to get ready for work now.”
    “Well, if things don’t work out with Mitch, I just might put it to use since you won’t,” she replied, sticking out her tongue at me before exiting my room.
    I headed down the hall to the bathroom. Once inside, I leaned against the door and counted to twenty. I knew she meant well, but sometimes Macy could be a lot to handle. However, she was right. All the guys I ’d encountered hadn’t been terrible, but I wasn’t ready. At least that’s what I told myself.
    As I stood under the warm spray of the shower, Macy ’s comment replayed in my head. ‘Self-doubt comfort bubble.’ This move was the most impulsive thing I’d ever done; I laughed remembering the look on Macy’s face when I’d told her my plan. I