Cynthia's New Boyfriend

The table vibrated, Cynthia's ceiling flickering from the phone's orange glow.

She rolled onto her side, the digital read-out half a reach away. Good thing it was set to vibrate; her nerves were so frazzled that even a soothing ringtone would have thrown her into cardiac arrest. Is it him? For God's sake it's been three days. 

Nope. Heather. "Hi, Heather."

"Hey, Cyn, Just wondering how you're doing."

"Umm...I'm okay." She clinched the corner of the pillow. "Oh, Heather, I'm trying—I really am, but I can't stop thinking about him. He hasn't called since Sunday. I just keep feeling more and more obsessed." She rolled onto her back. "This is so crazy."

"Come on, Cyn, keep things in perspective. You know he's into you."

"I don't know. I know he's really been busy with work lately. That's what he says, anyway. Then he just shows up in the middle of the night, like he lives here."

"It's just so funny," said Heather. "I could've sworn he was gay when I first met him. He's in such amazing shape and wears those tight clothes. Those belts, the boots...and that young dude he's always hanging with. I'm just sayin'."

Cynthia sighed. "Heather, trust me... if only you knew. He is hardly gay. And he only hangs out with Rob because they're co-workers and Rob's the new guy."

"I know, and I totally trust your instincts, Cyn. I just have a feeling that there's a lot you don't know about him."

"Well, there's a lot that he doesn't know about me either. Like that joker I just broke up with. If he ever catches wind of that, we're as good as over."

Cynthia's call waiting buzzed. Her heart raced as she gazed at the number. It was him. "Hey, I've gotta go. He's on the other line. Thanks for listening, Love. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Okay, just take a deep breath. Bye, Honey."

Cynthia cleared her throat and blew out a quivering breath. Gently, she pressed "Send."

"Batman. How nice to finally hear from you..."