with Ryan Martinez, as in the Dr. Martinez I worked with in the ER. Ryan and I were just friends. I had no romantic interest in him. We just got along really well and worked great together. Granted, it had caused friction with one nurse in particular, Colleen McFadden. Thank God I didn't have to deal with her anymore.
Tonight was different though. I was excited that we were going to the opening of a new club in South Beach. I had never been a bar-hopping, clubbing kind of girl, so my wardrobe was mostly limited to yoga pants, jeans, and scrubs.
When Rick and I had been together, my wardrobe had a massive transformation. We'd gone out several times a week, and I wanted to look good for him. He was drop-dead gorgeous. I often thought he could be on the cover of a magazine. With an olive complexion that gave him that perfect tanned look all year, he was six foot one, medium build, and nicely chiseled. I could get lost in his hazel eyes. He had the most kissable lips, but his best feature was his dimpled smile. Then, there was his charisma. Rick could charm the pants off of anyone, and he did that to me on many occasions.
Rick dressed for success with his designer suits. Although he taught me a lot about style and fashion, I was still more comfortable in a pair of jeans, T-shirt, and flip-flops. After we'd broken up, I'd taken all my party clothes to a consignment store. I was dramatic like that.
As I pulled into a parking space, I prepared to be done over and made new, and I knew Macy would come to my rescue. With a hop in my step and a smile on my face, I pulled out the key Macy had made for me as I decided to embrace this new season in life.
"Hey there! I'm here." I threw my keys on the counter and plopped my purse next to them.
"I'll be right out. Make yourself at home," Macy said, calling out from the other room.
I opened a bottle of wine before I went through the take-out bags in the kitchen. I reached for the remote and turned on her TV to see that The Real Housewives of Miami marathon was on.
Every time I saw this show, which wasn't often, I thought of Rick's mom. It was the only time I allowed myself to think about them. His mom and I had gotten along really well. I had to admit that she was a character. She, one could say, was somewhat dramatic and over the top. She was definitely the one calling the shots in that household even though his dad would try to clearly object. That was one of the reasons she would be so perfect for the show. Even though Rick could do no wrong in her eyes, she'd always made me feel like she took my side. In hindsight, I knew she'd just twisted things around to make me feel better, so I would get over my hang-ups. Considering her many charity events and strong opinions, I wouldn't be surprised to see her on the show one day.
"What are you watching?" Macy asked as she walked into the room.
" The Real Housewives of Miami, " I said, setting plates on the counter.
"You know that show is whack, and those women are just freaking weird. I know we aren't supposed to mention him , but his mom would be perfect for the show. You really dodged a bullet there."
I placed our food on the plates. "Yes, I did, but his mom wasn't so bad."
"Um, she was, and his sisters definitely were." Macy rolled her eyes.
She hated his sisters, and she didn't get along with his family either. It didn't matter now, but it made things uncomfortable then.
"Whatever. I don't care. That was then, and this is now," I said in a singsong tone.
As I poured the wine and smiled at her, she scrunched her eyes and stared at me with a confused look on her face.
"What? If you keep making facial expressions like that, you're going to need Botox sooner rather than later," I said, eyeing Macy.
She just stood there, looking at me strangely.
"Okay, who are you? What have you done with my friend?" Macy asked with a raised eyebrow. "Spill it."
"Spill what?" I responded with a little sarcasm. I was annoyed with this line of
Tonight was different though. I was excited that we were going to the opening of a new club in South Beach. I had never been a bar-hopping, clubbing kind of girl, so my wardrobe was mostly limited to yoga pants, jeans, and scrubs.
When Rick and I had been together, my wardrobe had a massive transformation. We'd gone out several times a week, and I wanted to look good for him. He was drop-dead gorgeous. I often thought he could be on the cover of a magazine. With an olive complexion that gave him that perfect tanned look all year, he was six foot one, medium build, and nicely chiseled. I could get lost in his hazel eyes. He had the most kissable lips, but his best feature was his dimpled smile. Then, there was his charisma. Rick could charm the pants off of anyone, and he did that to me on many occasions.
Rick dressed for success with his designer suits. Although he taught me a lot about style and fashion, I was still more comfortable in a pair of jeans, T-shirt, and flip-flops. After we'd broken up, I'd taken all my party clothes to a consignment store. I was dramatic like that.
As I pulled into a parking space, I prepared to be done over and made new, and I knew Macy would come to my rescue. With a hop in my step and a smile on my face, I pulled out the key Macy had made for me as I decided to embrace this new season in life.
"Hey there! I'm here." I threw my keys on the counter and plopped my purse next to them.
"I'll be right out. Make yourself at home," Macy said, calling out from the other room.
I opened a bottle of wine before I went through the take-out bags in the kitchen. I reached for the remote and turned on her TV to see that The Real Housewives of Miami marathon was on.
Every time I saw this show, which wasn't often, I thought of Rick's mom. It was the only time I allowed myself to think about them. His mom and I had gotten along really well. I had to admit that she was a character. She, one could say, was somewhat dramatic and over the top. She was definitely the one calling the shots in that household even though his dad would try to clearly object. That was one of the reasons she would be so perfect for the show. Even though Rick could do no wrong in her eyes, she'd always made me feel like she took my side. In hindsight, I knew she'd just twisted things around to make me feel better, so I would get over my hang-ups. Considering her many charity events and strong opinions, I wouldn't be surprised to see her on the show one day.
"What are you watching?" Macy asked as she walked into the room.
" The Real Housewives of Miami, " I said, setting plates on the counter.
"You know that show is whack, and those women are just freaking weird. I know we aren't supposed to mention him , but his mom would be perfect for the show. You really dodged a bullet there."
I placed our food on the plates. "Yes, I did, but his mom wasn't so bad."
"Um, she was, and his sisters definitely were." Macy rolled her eyes.
She hated his sisters, and she didn't get along with his family either. It didn't matter now, but it made things uncomfortable then.
"Whatever. I don't care. That was then, and this is now," I said in a singsong tone.
As I poured the wine and smiled at her, she scrunched her eyes and stared at me with a confused look on her face.
"What? If you keep making facial expressions like that, you're going to need Botox sooner rather than later," I said, eyeing Macy.
She just stood there, looking at me strangely.
"Okay, who are you? What have you done with my friend?" Macy asked with a raised eyebrow. "Spill it."
"Spill what?" I responded with a little sarcasm. I was annoyed with this line of
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