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Cylas and me. Like we’d take his sloppy seconds.
    “Psh. Unless she has some kink to her, doctors bore me. You can have her.” I dismissed the remark. We’d been going back and forth on the court for the past half hour and Cylas hadn’t even broken a sweat. I wondered if he ever intended on settling down or if he envisioned himself being the fifty-year-old still chasing tail. I wouldn’t put it past him. He was good with a girl for three to four months but never any longer. His face had commitment issues written all over it.
    Once the game was over, we solidified our plans for the reunion that was only a week away. It felt good that even when I was at my lowest, the guys still had my back. I welcomed their distraction but returning to an empty home was bittersweet. The bachelor lifestyle didn’t seem so attractive anymore. My fridge consisted of grilled chicken that I had fixed yesterday for the week, eggs, broccoli, and Gatorade. Oh, and ranch dressing. It was my guilty pleasure.
    Relaxing on my couch, I flipped through the channels without a clue of what I wanted to watch. I ended up on the news, pretending to be the normal adult that I should be. Everything felt like it was about to change. Now that I was actually thinking about it, I had to change up my game. My old choices in women were not relationship worthy, to say the least. I was curious to talk to Tyler and see where he stood on the topic. Shit, he was basically single but still had the strings tying him down. He needed to get his shit together, too.
    Finding Cylas’ number on my phone, I called him and anxiously waited for him to answer. When he picked up, I skipped the small talk. “Where’d you meet that chick Allison at? She was a good girl in public but from what you said, a kink in the bed. I need to find one of those.” She was the girl next door, take home to mom kind of girl. That was what I wanted.
    “Uhh?” Cylas blurted out without an answer.
    “This is serious, Cylas! Where did you guys meet?” I was on a mission now. Staring aimlessly at the television, I was starting to question where my life was going. I was tired of being single.
    “At the coffee shop. She was going through emails on her laptop, and I couldn’t stop staring at her. I sat down next to her, and it didn’t take long for us to start up a conversation. Now can I ask you why?” He knew that I was up to something. The deepening of his voice as he asked the question told me.
    “Seems easy enough.” I thought about all the girls I’d dated in the past, and I’d met most of them through friends or at school. Only a few had I met while out with friends and none of those ended well. A coffee shop seemed tame and sophisticated. Picturing Tyler and me strolling in there and asking for an iced mocha to sit down for a talk had me laughing. We’d stick out like a sore thumb.
    “Why? Did one of the bars kick you out? What’d you do, Tate? Talk to me.” His tone was nurturing yet stern. I felt like one of his students getting a lecture on morals.
    “Maybe I’m at a turning point in my life, okay? I don’t know why, but I have this gut feeling that something has to change. I gotta call Tyler and break the news to him because I somehow doubt that he feels the same way that I do. Thanks, man.” Once I’d hung up, I contemplated what in the hell I was setting myself up for. Why was I rushing it? I could go about my days and if someone came around, great. If not, there wasn’t a clock on it.
    I decided to text Tyler first before breaking the news to him. To be honest, the man confused the shit out of me. How he could jump back into the game so easily after his wife left him was beyond me. I’d be pissed at her, sure. I didn’t get how he thought it was a solution to pretend to be single when he hadn’t even filed for divorce. No papers had been drawn up; they were at a standstill, comfortably ignoring each other and pretending the marriage never happened.
     
    Me: You