Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
Chapter 1 — That Guy?
Friday Evening.
A look of curiosity swept across Jake’s face while he stared at the black Infiniti parked in his driveway. The eighteen-year-old high school senior walked up the asphalt, his eyes peering sharply at the slick car that sat idle. He gently knocked on the driver side window and watched it promptly lower, revealing a man in his late-forties or early-fifties, mostly bald, and with the unfortunate honor of owning a large stomach that appeared on the verge of bursting through his dress shirt at any moment. His large black framed glasses didn’t exactly help to aid his appearance either.
“Hi.”
“Hey, can I help you?” Jake greeted him back.
“I’m picking up Alice,” the strange man replied.
“Alice?” Jake asked. “For what?”
The man looked up at him, his jittery hands yet to leave the steering wheel. “We’re going out to dinner.”
Jake responded with a steady nod as he continued to observe the man.
“Dale, by the way,” the driver introduced himself, moving his hand out the window.
The young man shook it. “Jake.”
A few moments of awkward silence passed before Jake headed up the rest of the driveway and made his way into his house. He jogged upstairs and tossed his gym bag on his bed, but his main priority couldn’t be found inside his own room. He walked down the hallway and knocked on his mother’s door.
“Come in!”
He opened the door and strolled the length of her bedroom until he reached the door in the corner that led to Mom’s bathroom. He knocked again.
The door opened, revealing his mother in a beautiful red dress. “Hey, baby.”
“Hey, Mom,” he greeted her as he watched his brunette mom turn her attention back to the mirror, where she focused on the dark eyeliner she was applying before he’d interrupted. “You know there’s a guy in the driveway waiting for you, right?”
“I know,” she groaned. “I’m running late. There was so much traffic on the way home and I got caught up in it.”
“So…you two are…going out?”
She collected her red lipstick after tossing her eyeliner back into her makeup bag. “Yep.”
He had so many questions. “How’d you meet this guy?”
“He’s a friend of the brother of a girl I work with. She told me to send him a message on Facebook because he was looking to date, so I did. We talked for a few days and decided to go out.”
No one could mistake his inquisitive look for anything else. “So, you know what he looks like, right?”
“Yep.”
“That guy?” he questioned again, unable to conceal his slight smirk. “You’re going out with that guy?”
She shot him a glare in the mirror with a fresh pair of rosy red lips.
“I’m just saying,” Jake laughed. “What does he do?”
“He works in real estate,” she said.
Things still didn’t add up for him. “You’re positive that you know what he looks like, correct?”
“Looks aren’t everything,” she told him, rolling her eyes.
“I know, but that guy?”
She stared at her son’s reflection in the bathroom mirror. He leaned against the doorframe, only four feet away. “My friend said that he’s a very nice guy. He went through divorce a couple years ago and took it really hard, and now he’s looking to get back out there. I mean, Jake, I haven’t been on a date in three years. Three years! And before that it was five years!”
“You can date whoever you want,” he reassured his mother. “I’m just trying to get some info here. I’m looking out for you, okay?”
“And I appreciate that,” she smiled, deciding to apply one last coat of lipstick.
A few moments of silence passed before Jake muttered under his breath, “That guy?”
Alice laughed, causing her red lipstick to run down her chin. She shook her head with a big smile and reached for a towel to clean it off.
“And why’d you tell him to wait in the car?”
“I didn’t,” she responded while leaning in to fix her makeup.
“So, why’s he out there?”
“He’s waiting,” she pointed out the obvious.
“I know that, but why isn’t he at the door? Or waiting downstairs?”
She leaned back and puckered her lips in the mirror. “Because he texted me letting me know that he’s here.”
He couldn’t possibly be more surprised. “He texted you? Wait, he didn’t come to the door?”
She shook her head, making a few final adjustments to her hair.
“Are you serious?” he laughed. “He’s been sitting out there the entire time? He never came in?”
“It’s not the fifties, baby,” she laughed. “I think I can manage the grueling journey down the driveway on my own.”
“That’s messed up. What kind of guy sits in the car and waits?”
She couldn’t help but come to her date’s defense. “Will you cut him some slack?”
He immediately raised his hands in the air defensively. “My bad. I just…you know what? Have fun tonight, Mom.”
That was more like it. She loved how protective Jake was of her, but it wasn’t fair to judge Dale so harshly based on meeting him briefly in the driveway. Besides, Etiler Escort she had more important matters to attend to.
She turned and faced her son. “So, how do I look?”
He started at her sexy black high heels before moving up her exposed legs. Her red long-sleeve dress descended just below her knees, and the high neckline thankfully didn’t show any of her sizable bust. The outfit complemented his forty-year-old mother’s shapely figure to a tee, and her shoulder-length wavy brown hair and brown eyes accentuated her pretty face perfectly.
“You look so far out of this guy’s league it’s ridiculous.”
Her skeptical look showed that she didn’t agree. “I don’t know about that.”
“Do you want me out of the house tonight?”
“Give me a break, Jake,” she huffed, disgusted.
“What?” he laughed. “I’m probably going to a party that Mike’s having tonight. I’m just curious if you want me out until a certain time or something. I can give you two some privacy.”
“We’re going on a date,” she groaned again, rolling her eyes. “I’ve heard plenty about how your generation is, but people my age don’t have sex an hour after meeting each other.”
“Neither do we,” he told her. “Well, some do, but they’re definitely in the minority.”
“If you drink tonight–“
“I’ll call you,” he jumped in, finishing the sentence that he must’ve heard a thousand times.
She strolled next to him with a big smile. Her tall heels brought the five-foot-six mom significantly closer to her six-foot-one son than usual. She planted a big kiss on his cheek before wetting her thumb to wipe the red remnants from her lipstick off his skin. “Have fun, baby.”
“You too,” he told her before listening to her leave the bathroom, the sound of high heels clicking across the hardwood floor of her bedroom fading with each passing second. He looked at the bathroom mirror and shook his head. Mom was seriously going out with that guy?
Chapter 2 — Dessert
10:30 PM.
Jake unlocked the front door to be greeted by a dark house. He had no idea if his mother was home or not since he chose to not enter through the garage. He’d been hassled relentlessly by his friends on this Friday night and was ready for bed, because he wasn’t in the mood for more bullshit.
First, it was because he didn’t want to play beer pong. Next, he took endless amounts of shit for not wanting to drink in general. Then his drunk friends–and even people he barely knew–complained when he decided to bail early. He just wasn’t in the mood to hang out tonight, let alone party. Knowing that his mother was out on a date had driven him crazy.
His parents had divorced when he was only three years old, and his dad soon disappeared to the other side of the country. At the beginning, he looked at Mom’s dates as potential fathers. What boy didn’t want a dad in his life? His real father made absolutely no effort to keep in touch with him, so maybe a stepdad would be the next best thing?
But his mom never found a guy, and as he grew older, he found himself more and more protective of her. He never discouraged her from dating, but he struggled to hide his disgust for her potential suitors once he reached middle school. It just didn’t feel right to him.
Then something happened and she stopped dating in general, and he wasn’t sure what caused her change of heart. He’d never asked either. As far as he was concerned, the fewer dates she went on the better. He obviously wanted her to be happy. If she found a man who she truly loved, then he would put on a smile and accept his new reality, but he knew the unfortunate truth. No guy would ever be good enough for his mother–especially not the dud in the driveway earlier.
Mom was a registered nurse whose erratic schedule and sixteen-hour shifts caused him to become the man of the house at an early age. Chores like yard work, basic home repairs, and general dad tasks fell into his lap, and he stepped up to meet the challenge. He loved being the guy who Mom relied on.
He was the man in her life and he was perfectly fine retaining such a title forever, but at the same time, he wasn’t delusional. His mother was a woman with needs. She didn’t date much and she definitely didn’t hook-up–at least as far as he knew–and if she wanted a man in her life to satisfy her physically, then he couldn’t stop that from happening. However, he was her man. Sure, he couldn’t help her in the bedroom, but he refused to allow some random guy to move in on his territory.
The sound of footsteps making their way down the stairs caught his attention while he poured himself a glass of water in the kitchen. Moments later, he was met by the sight of Mom dressed in a black silk bathrobe, and her damp hair reflected a woman who’d recently stepped out of the shower.
“Hey,” she said with a smile.
“Hey,” he replied before taking a sip from his glass. “So, how’d it go?”
She snickered.
He wasn’t Fatih Escort exactly surprised by her revelation. “Not good?”
“Want to know the best part?”
He waited for the answer.
“It’s in the fridge.”
He set his glass down on the counter and opened the refrigerator door. He retrieved a small white take-out container and popped the lid. “Jackpot!”
She took a seat at the kitchen table, smiling thanks to her angel’s happiness. “I’d thought you’d like that. The pieces were huge so I made sure to bring some home for you.”
He grabbed two forks and joined his mother at the table with a half-eaten piece of cheesecake.
“So, no good?” he asked, placing one of the forks next to her.
“The cheesecake was great,” she said. “Dale? Not so much.”
Jake laughed before digging into the dessert. “I don’t want to say that I told you so…”
“He was just…I don’t know…boring?” she admitted, almost as if it was a question. She cut a tiny sliver of the tasty treat with her fork.
“Boring?”
“Yeah, he pretty much only talked about work, and every time I tried to steer the conversation in a different direction, he would bring it back to work again. He sells houses. That’s cool, I guess. An hour of hearing about it, though?”
“You didn’t talk about anything else?” he inquired.
She took a moment to reflect on her night before she said, “He wanted to know about my job before he went back to his. Work, work, work. Is that all people my age talk about?”
“How would I know?” he laughed.
“I work with a lot of younger people, I don’t have a husband, and I never really date, so I guess I don’t interact much with people my age. Like, there’s never an awkward moment between us. We can talk about anything. I can always talk to your friends when they come over, and I love talking to the girls at work too. Maybe it’s me?”
He shook his head while slicing off another chunk of cheesecake. “It’s not you. Lots of girls are hard to talk to. I go to school with seven hundred of them, but you definitely don’t fall into that category. You didn’t bring up football or anything? Guys love talking about sports. He probably would’ve been over the moon to find out that you’re a sports girl.”
“I tried, but he doesn’t follow football.”
“Hockey?”
“He’s not into sports,” she told him, picking at the creamy topping with her fork. “At all.”
His confusion reached an all-time high. “What guy isn’t into sports?”
“Dale, apparently,” she answered. “He’s definitely into real estate, though.”
“I have to be honest with you, Mom. This guy sounds boring as shit.”
She smirked, dropping her fork into the container to allow him to finish the remainder of his treat. “Yeah, that’s kind of the vibe I got. He invited me out for drinks after but I told him I was tired. I felt bad turning him down, but I just couldn’t do it anymore.”
“That was probably a good decision,” Jake noted.
She let out a defeated sigh. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m too old to be dating anyway?”
“Excuse me?”
“Well, I’m not exactly anyone’s dream girl at this point,” she pointed out.
A genuine look of confusion covered his face. “Are you being serious?”
She nodded.
“Mom, that guy was lucky you even looked at him, let alone went out with him. Are you out of your mind?”
“Seriously?” she asked with her eyebrows raised. “Sweetheart, I’m not twenty-two, you know?”
“Yeah, I know that,” he told her. “You’re way better than some college chick. Do you seriously think that you’re not a catch?”
“I appreciate you trying to make me feel good–“
“That’s not what I’m doing,” he interrupted. “You know me. I don’t kiss people’s asses to make them feel better. I’m honestly telling you that you’re a total catch, regardless of your age. And you’re forty. Don’t act like you’re seventy or something.”
“I mean…maybe I’m coming off as entitled or something? All I’m saying is there are so many beautiful women in their twenties who are single. The idea of running into a great guy is probably a fantasy. They’re interested in girls twenty years younger than me. I just–“
He let out a frustrated huff which derailed her train of thought. “Mom, you have a great career. You’re funny, smart, and super easy to talk too as well. Plus, you’re extremely beautiful. You’re crazy if you don’t think that you’re better than ninety-nine percent of the female population.”
“I know what you’re doing and it’s flattering. It really is, but I’m a grown woman, honey. I’m not one of your girlfriends. I don’t need ridiculous compliments to make me feel good.”
He tossed his fork into the container, annoyed. “Stop calling me a liar.”
“What?”
“I’m not lying, and being accused of making stuff up is getting on my nerves,” he disclosed.
“I don’t think you’re a liar. I just think you’re exaggerating. Big time.”
He let out another irritated huff. “So, what’s your version of a great guy then?”
“Well, Halkalı Escort someone who’s funny for starters,” she began her description of her dream guy. “Someone I like being around and talking to is very attractive to me as well. He doesn’t need a high-paying job or anything, but I would like a guy who works. That way I know he at least has his act together. And I know how hypocritical this will sound based on how I look, but I wouldn’t mind a guy in decent shape either.”
He stared at his mother in disbelief. “You think that a guy who works, isn’t a pig, and who’s enjoyable to be around is out of your league? Are you insane?”
“Well…”
“Do you want the truth?” he asked.
“So, you were lying to me?”
“No, I wasn’t lying to you, but I wasn’t being one hundred percent honest either. I’ll give you the complete truth if you want to hear it.”
She was somewhat hesitant to proceed, but perhaps a big dose of reality was what she needed?
“Okay, first off, what did you mean when you said that you didn’t want to sound hypocritical because of the way you look?” he asked after she gave him the go-ahead to continue with her eyes.
“About wanting a guy in decent shape?” she questioned.
He nodded.
“Well, I’m not exactly in shape,” Alice said. “I need to lose some weight and–“
He shook his head back and forth repeatedly. “Why in the world would you think that?”
“That I need to lose weight?” she asked. “Um…because I’m overweight.”
“You’re not overweight. Mom, what are you talking about?”
“I’m definitely overweight,” she argued.
“What do you weigh?”
She wouldn’t dream of disclosing that information to anyone–especially her son! “There’s no way I’m telling you that.”
“How much weight do you think you need to lose?”
“Let’s see here,” she pondered his question. “Probably like twenty or thirty pounds?”
He stared at his mother with his mouth agape.
“What?” she asked.
“You think that you need to lose thirty pounds?”
She nodded.
“Where are you getting this from?”
She struggled to understand why her son appeared so dumbfounded. “Fitness magazines and the internet mostly. I’ve also looked at those websites where you track your weight. They have pictures of girls my height who weigh around one-twenty, and I would absolutely kill for their bodies.”
“So, you weigh one hundred and fifty pounds?” he asked.
She slapped herself on the forehead gently after she realized how stupid she was. She’d just revealed her weight by mistake! “Yeah, around that…”
“And how tall are you?”
“Five-six,” she said, still kicking herself for admitting to the more intimate details of her life.
“You want to be five-six and weigh one-twenty?” he laughed. “Are you out of your mind?”
“Baby, I–“
Jake jumped in and cut her off. “See, this is the problem with all of those dumb magazines and weight-loss programs. Numbers don’t mean anything. Two people can be the same height and weight, but look significantly different. Do you want to know who comes up with all these stupids charts and ideal size crap?”
She waited for the answer.
“Nerds.”
“Nerds?” she laughed.
“Yeah, nerds,” he repeated, his voice lacking the humor of his mother’s. “A bunch of nerds in a lab somewhere decided what everyone’s ideal weight should be. Who the hell are they to decide anything? They’re the same nerds who came up with the two thousand daily caloric intake bullshit too. Guess what? Not everyone’s the same. Do I look like Dale?”
The absolute last guy that her hunky son resembled was Dale. “Definitely not.”
“Exactly, so why in the world would we both be expected to eat the same? I have an active lifestyle. I play sports, work out, and try to eat healthy. I can’t imagine that he does any of that. So, I would need to take in more calories than him to replace what I’m burning off and build muscle, but people think that everyone’s on the same scale. They aren’t! Especially women! Girls are so obsessed with being skinny and they stress over the useless numbers they see when they step on a scale. Mom, those numbers don’t mean a thing. You’ve been going to the gym and you can totally see a difference already. And it’s only been a few months! Why in the world would you value random numbers on a scale over what you see in the mirror?”
“Oh, I know what I look like, and that’s why I want to lose weight.”
His puzzled expression returned.
“Are you kidding me?” she asked, chuckling to herself. “Jake, I have a big, fat ass. I have these love handles too. I used to have a flat stomach back in college. A flat stomach! Now, I’m like a pig.”
He ran his hand through his hair, shaking his head the entire time. “I don’t understand how two people can see things so differently. You’re not fat. At all!”
“I’m definitely not skinny,” she debated.
“Who do you want to look good for?”
“Me,” she told her son. “And well…I mean…men too…I guess.”
“Do you know what most men don’t like?”
“What’s that?” she asked.
“Skinny girls.”
Her eyebrows immediately perked up. “What are you talking about? Yes, they do! Every guy wants a skinny girl.”
“No, they don’t,” he argued.
“Jake, every guy wants a runway model. They dream about skinny girls with long legs and–“