The Stiletto Philosopher

By this point, do I really need to explain what’s going on, y’all?  If you missed part 3 on Your Dark Passenger then you missed Vampire Gus and Psy-chick Scarlett’s first meeting .  Make sure to check it out before moving on.

Scarlett Has Concerns About Gus

Thursday, February 12th

7:47 pm

Scarlett paced around her house watering her plants.  What was wrong with her?  She didn’t usually flirt with strange men and last night she’d acted like a kitten in heat.  Maybe he wouldn’t call and she could put her bad behavior behind her.

Ring ring.  Crap.

She didn’t have to answer the phone to know who it was.  The image of a man with tousled midnight hair, piercing grey eyes and chiseled pale featured filled her mind’s eye.  Any psychic who needed caller ID really shouldn’t bother charging for their services.

Ring ring.

Her hand reached for the phone out of instinct, but Scarlett stopped short.  Answering his call would only lead to seeing him the following night and that would certainly lead to no good.  After the way she’d acted last night, she couldn’t blame Gus in the slightest if he thought she was easy.  Damn that short skirt.  (She couldn’t blame the stilettos.  They were the only thing that made her appear to be a decent height.)

Ring ring.

But if she didn’t answer then Gus would think she didn’t like him.  And she did.  More than she should.  It went beyond simple animal attraction.  She was drawn to him; to his soul.  She could talk to him.

Ring rin.  Crap.  The machine had it now.

Yes, Scarlett was the last person under 50 to still use an answering machine instead of voicemail.  What of it?

Waves of nervous energy radiated from the machine even before Gus began to speak.

“Scarlett…hi.  It’s me, erm…Gus.  I guess I missed you.  I’m at HELL right now, but it’s a slow night so you can call me back whenever you get this and, um, we can figure out something to do tomorrow.  If you still want to go out.  It’s okay if you don’t.  I, uh…understand.  I was probably acting like a jerk.  You had just come by to apologize about that guy at Visa and I had to go and hit on you.  Sorry about that, by the way.  I wouldn’t want to go out with me either.  Oh…but I would still like to go out with you.  Quite a bit, actually.  Anyway, you can call me back at…” Beep.

Scarlett stared at the machine for a moment, waiting for Gus to call back with the phone number after getting cut off by the machine.  The phone didn’t ring.  Interesting.

“Should I call him back?”  She absently watered another plant while she pondered that, mumbling to herself as she went.  “He probably isn’t going to call back with the phone number because he’s nervous.  It’s not like I need it.  It’s not like I don’t have HELL on speed dial after using them for the divorce.”

Scarlett paused when she realized she’d watered that plant twice already.  “I should call him back.  It’s cute how nervous he was.  Men never get that nervous when the call me.”  Her blood turned cold.  “Or was he only acting nervous because he thinks I’m a sure thing and doesn’t want to blow it?”

Being single sucked.

~~Moral of the story: Don’t dress like a hooker when you go out in public if you don’t want to end up wondering what a guy’s intentions are.

More over on Your Dark Passenger in a little bit…for the 3 peeps who are reading this goofy series.

Jen

“The difference?  I make sarcasm look good.”

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