Is a "Yes, we are broken up" conversation with your ex really necessary? Didn't I communicate that when I walked in on him and his maid, her legs in the air and his expression a mix of pleasure and surprise, my scream of fury heard three buildings over? I feel like it's an old conversation that I am so tired of having again. In the year or so since our break-up, I've made my negative feelings about Vic abundantly clear.
But, there have been a few slips. A lot of slips. Some drunk phone calls where I may or may not have professed my undying love for him. Some nights at my old place when he let himself in with his key and crawled into my bed, all apologies and tender touches and soft kisses - nights where I rolled over, into his arms, and pretended that everything was the way it had been. And there have definitely been some ridiculously hot moments - like in Joey's trailer - where clothes came off and hair was pulled and orgasms exploded.
So I can understand why Carter thinks that I should talk to Vic. If Carter had some ex hanging around *ahem Presa* wanting more, I'd want him to put her in her place. I understand that Vic and I could use a clear face-to-face conversation where I can tell him that Carter and I are exclusive, end any lingering expectations on his part, part ways amicably and then never-ever-ever-ever see each other again. Ever. Cue Taylor Swift.
But understanding all the reasons for me to meet Vic doesn't stop me from being terrified at the prospect.
Right now, I'm in Nicole's trailer. She's filming a scene with Joey on the east set and I have a good half hour before anybody will need me for anything. So it's a perfect opportunity to call him. And it wouldn't need to be a long call. Short and simple will work just fine. Agree on the time and location, then hang up. I already had the time in mind: 7:30 a.m. And the place: the French breakfast restaurant just off Central Park. It was too far from Vic's or my place for impromptu sex. And too public for impromptu sex. With no restrooms for impromptu sex. Plus, I'd have to get to work, so there wouldn't be enough time for a long, drawn-out discussion (or impromptu sex). All bases covered to ensure a clear, concise parting.
Yes, I do see the problem with picking a location primarily on its negative likelihood of a sexual encounter. But I'm also a realist, and the truth of the matter is that Vic and I have some problem areas, and keeping our hands to ourselves is one of them.
Kicking my feet up on the ottoman, I settled into Nicole's club chair and unlocked my phone. Scrolling down to Vic's number, I took a deep breath, then moved hesitant fingers forward, and hit CALL.
By Alessandra Torre
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