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therandomfics · 6 years ago

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Anniversary: 20

As spring rolled through New York and the ice and snow melted not only from the ground and trees, but from your shoulders as well, you found yourself trying to get out and meet new people. Not necessarily for dating, although you weren’t opposed to it entirely - after all, how long had it been since you’d been hugged, or kissed, let alone had physical intimacy? You tried to think back. It had a month since your divorce, plus six months of separation, plus the month that you’d left Sonny alone... eight months? And that was only because of the limited but enjoyable lip service you’d had with Sonny.

You didn’t want to think about how long it had been since you’d had sex. The idea of opening yourself up to someone like that made you vastly uncomfortable. It reminded you of how you felt your freshman year of college and how you’d almost had a panic attack when you lost your virginity. Similar feelings took you over again, but you shook them off. You were an adult, a grown woman, beautiful and capable, and if a man wanted to rush you or shame you, he could piss off.

In your attempts to meet new people, you’d struck up a friendship with the woman who lived beside you. You lived on the top floor of a house, essentially an attic transformed into a studio, and she lived in the next house over in a similar situation. Her name was Anna and she was close to your age. She worked in the city and trekked in daily, so you saw her mostly on the weekends, but you enjoyed her company nonetheless. She was witty and funny, always had a good story to tell, and always brought the wine when she visited you. It was a good friendship.

“So, confession,” you began as you sat at her apartment one Saturday afternoon. You were both single but didn’t know each other’s stories just yet, so the topic of men was on the table at any given point in time. “I think I’m gonna branch out and start dating. I mean, not really dating. Nothing serious. Plus men are kind of stupid. I just don’t know where to start because there’s so many places online to look - and I know, online isn’t everything but I wanna screen them first if I can.”

Anna laughed and filled your glasses up again before she pulled her phone out and hesitantly held it to her chest. “I was on Tinder. I thought we were too old,” she explained and you nodded in agreement, having had some interesting experiences of your own on that app. “But I met this guy a year ago and he’s really charming! I’m so surprised! He lives in the city, so sometimes I see him after work and we’ve actually spent the night together a few times. I deleted the app and so did he.. I mean I guess it’s getting serious?”

You smiled and let out a laugh. “After a year? Yes, I think it’s time to get serious. That’s great, though! I’m happy for you! So you’re saying there’s hope on Tinder after all?”

She nodded enthusiastically and unlocked her phone. “Oh. Wait. Well I was going to show you a picture but neither of us are on Tinder and he’s not really the selfie type.”

“It’s okay. I’m sure if he’s gotten your attention he’s pretty handsome,” you said encouragingly.

“He is! He’s tall and athletic, and smart, and sarcastic. He’s got really gorgeous eyes that I swear change color.. blue, green... so nice,” she swooned and took another sip from her glass. “I’m so glad I met him! We’ve worked near one another for a few years and didn’t know it. He said he’s just been out of a really bad relationship so it’s good we’re taking it slow. Actually, Y/N! Actually! He’s going to come over later tonight and stay. Won’t you please come meet him?”

You smiled and nodded, finishing your glass of wine. “Yes. I will! But that means I’m going home for a while so you can do whatever you need to before he gets here. Just text me, ok?”

“Okay!”

Although you were happy for Anna, you were jealous, too. You’d been on Tinder and OkCupid for nearly a month now and your only successes were in trolling men who thought they were God’s gift to women. One guy on Tinder sent you his address. You declined, politely, only to be called a whore. It was an entirely different world now than it was when you’d been dating - the era now known as BPS. Before Peter Stone. You had, though, been chatting with a guy you’d matched with on OkCupid. He was very articulate and humble, two traits you appreciated, but you were kind of bummed that for whatever reason, he only had one picture and it wasn’t exactly close enough to really see his face. Still, he was nice, and you at the very least appreciated having someone to talk to these days.

And then, at the end of the day, there was always Sonny. Always. You hadn’t spoken in ages although you’d considered sending him a message nearly every single morning when you woke up and realized that you’d lost him. Maybe it was better that way? You’d reactivated your Facebook but you’d been hesitant to see if he was really in a relationship. You were quick to assume when you saw him post a picture of himself with a gorgeous female, tagging her and the works. Instead of investigating, you just unfollowed him. He wouldn’t know you were friends but he wasn’t visible to you anymore, and he wouldn’t know how angry you were with him for moving on.

He had promised, and you reminded yourself of that every morning, about ten seconds after you thought about reaching out to him. He promised to wait forever and he hadn’t. What did he think, you were just going to run off with him into the sunset? This wasn’t a Harlequin romance. This was real life, and you had to sort your life out before you dragged him into your pit of misery. You thought you were doing him a favor, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

The ding from your computer let you know that you had a new message. You were pleased to see that it was from your new friend on OkCupid.

Brighton19: Hey, cubsarescrubs. One day you’ll tell me your real name. Anyway just wanted to let you know that I hope you’re having a great day. I spent the morning doing some volunteer work - does that get me brownie points? - for underprivileged kids. Thankful to say that they were all really appreciative and despite their hesitations at first, we grew on them. If you’re ever in the city and you see lime green bikes I bet we built them. How’s your day going?

You smiled. He was so nice. It was weird, though, that he was from Brighton Beach. In your time in New York you’d never met anyone from there.

cubsarescrubs: Alright I give. My name is Y/N. What’s your name? Or should I just call you Brighton? Sounds like you had a really productive day!! That’s great. I love that you’re part of outreach programs; that’s a really big bonus for you. My day is going well. My neighbor’s introducing me to her new boyfriend tonight so that’s.. fun? I mean surely I’ll be jealous but patience is a virtue and all of that jazz. Get it. Chicago.. all that jazz? Ok.. I’m going.

Brighton19: Benjamin. But you can call me Ben. Actually if you called me at all I’d be happy. :) No pressure I’m only teasing. I won’t keep you, but I hope you enjoy your time tonight. I’m heading out soon myself, got some friends I’m going to meet up with and maybe if I can con them into it, head to see the Yankees.

cubsarescrubs: Gross... to the Yankees. I fully support the White Sox though.

Brighton19: Why? Your name says Cubs? I don’t know too much about baseball just trying to impress you.

cubsarescrubs: Well you know I’m from Chicago. Let’s just say I used to know a guy... hope he’s got herpes now. Probably does! Talk later! :)

So Benjamin from Brighton Beach. What an interesting development. God, you hoped he wasn’t 50 and balding... if, that was, you ever decided to meet up with him.

Another burst of inspiration hit you as you sat in front of your laptop, scrolling through the endless drama of Facebook. Maybe you needed to get over yourself. You typed in Sonny’s name in the search bar and then clicked on his profile picture to bring up his page.

There it was, in plain view.

Dominick Carisi Jr Detective at NYPD Lives in Manhattan, NY From Staten Island, NY ❤ SINGLE

Your heart stopped. So who was she? You picked up your phone to text him, but as soon as you did Anna called.

“Hey.”

“Hey! He’s here. He’s cooking us dinner, isn’t that great! So come over in like twenty minutes.”

“I don’t want to interrupt your dinner, Anna.”

“NO!” She laughed in the most giddy way you’d ever heard. “He’s making all three of us dinner, Y/N. See you soon! Can you bring another bottle of that cab? Thanks!”

She hung up and you looked at the small wine rack on your kitchen counter. Cab, hmm? You slipped your flats on and grabbed your purse. It would have been quicker to take the car out of the garage and drive, but you didn’t want to arrive too early, so you set out on foot to the grocery store. Anything for Anna and her mystery man.

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