We’re Just Friends
Pomis
Isha
“Thunder Down Under, really Nana? Mom?” I asked, laughing. I took a picture of the banner and sent it to my new BFFs. I was sure they’d get a kick out of it.
I liked that they flirted with me without any expectations. I knew the things they said weren’t real. Men like them didn’t go for women like me. I was pretty sure. But they went for women that were tall, model-like, women that would compliment their aesthetic. They were f*cking delicious looking. I was a cute, short, Asian-mixed woman that would rather be home
writing than out and about. They would end up with women that matched them. And I was okay with that, at least I’d have their friendship, until whatever woman they ended up with ended our friendship. I’d just enjoy it for now.
“Your mom and I have been here before, they’re tasteful and it’s fun. Although with the four you have back home, maybe
they aren’t the guys you want,” Nana said.
I scoffed and shook my head. “More like I’m not the woman they want. Women like Madilyn end up with guys that look
like Dawson, Mic, Ford and Davis,” I said.
I showed them a picture of Madilyn. My Nana said she was beautiful, but there was no substance there. Jason would
see that soon enough and most likely come crawling back to me. Only I didn’t want him back.
“Those boys would be lucky to have you. You could end up with at least one of them,” my mom said.
I shook my head. “No, I don’t think I could. I like them all, really. If there was a way for all of us to be together, I’d most
likely jump on that. But sadly, I don’t see that happening. If I can’t keep one man, how could I keep four?”
“Oh, you stop that. Jason cheating on you and being a complete utter ass has nothing to do with you. That’s all on him. Now, let’s go have a good time. We’ll be the bells of the ball with the amount of money we’re about to drop here,” Nana
said.
For a weekday I was surprised with how pact the place was, but this being Vegas and tourism was always going on here.
Maybe I shouldn’t be that surprised.
We got drinks, and sat at a table a few feet from the stage.
“These are good seats,” I shouted to my mom and Nana.
“That’s because your Nana is a VIP member,” my mom said, chuckling. My head snapped to my Nana and I raised a brow.
“I’m old, not dead,” she said. And I threw back my head and laughed.
An hour later we were in the thick of entertainment in the form of male strippers. They were all fine. There were a variety of men, black, white, brown. Mexican, Caucasian, Asian, African American, men, all in fantastic shape. They danced in a jungle theme, a fire fighter, a police officer, and a very fine as f*ck lumberjack. He had that barrel chest, with six-pack abs, bulging arms. He had a full red beard and full thick red hair on his head. He seemed to be a favorite as the crowd of women screamed their heads off. When they left the stage and started working the crowd, you would have thought these men were the last in the world because of how the women erupted in feral cheers. Money was grasped in their hands and
shaken in the air to get the attention of the men.
The lumberjack and the firefighter made their way to our area. I saw Nana perk up. What blew my mind was when the firefighter went straight to her and lifted her up. My mouth dropped when she wrapped around him.
“Nora, my love, when are you going to run away with me and be my sugar mama.”
“Oh, Jordan, you just name the day and time, and we’ll run off into the sunset together.”
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“You mean, me, you and my husband Bran,” he said, his head nodding to the Lumberjack that was shaking his wooden pole in front of my mother. Her face was flaming.
My mom gingerly put a fifty in his small g-string and pointed at me. Bran the Lumberjack, turned and gave me a devastating smile. He turned again, and his ass was right in my face as he danced.
“The more, the merrier, I say. My granddaughter has her own little harem at home, four former Navy SEALs.”
“Nana! They are not my harem, they’re just friends. Dawson, Mic, Ford and Davis are not my men,” I laughed.
“Wait, not Dawson Becks?” Bran said, turning and looking down at me.
“Yeah, he’s a friend of mine,” I said.
“Holy sh*t, Jordan, she knows Becks and the guys. We’re friends with Becks’, business partners, Stafford and Cruz. In fact, Staff and Cruz were our best men at our wedding,” Bran said.
“Small world. Let’s take a picture,” Jordan said.
Jordan called a staff member over and handed him my phone and my Nana’s. Jordan held on to Nana like she was his lifeline and Bran stood in the middle of mom and me. Our picture was taken and Jordan gave me his phone number, so I texted the photo to him.
“Becks, Mic, Ford and Davis are good guys. You should give them a chance. They know how to take care of their own,”
Bran said.
“We’re just friends. Really, I don’t think I’m their type. Look at me.”
“Honey, you are every man’s type. You’re gorgeous, s*xy, and you have a body to die for. If Jordan and I were looking for a third, we’d ask you.”
“He’s not the wrong doll. You have a great rack and your ass is something else,” Jordan said.
“You two are sweet. You better move along to another table before we all get attacked,” I said. The women were giving
us glares for monopolizing the firefighter and the lumberjack.
“Nora sweetie, let’s get together this weekend for lunch. Love you!” Jordan said as he danced away. Bran followed,
blowing kisses as he danced away.
“Um, Nana, how are you best friends with a male stripper and his husband?” I asked.
“Oh, well, your mom and Mark had to go on a business trip a few years ago, and I went to play bingo. I was sitting by
myself when those two walked in and sat at the same table as me a few seats down. They were adorable. They didn’t
understand that it wasn’t just standard bingo. That they had to bingo on certain patterns. We got to talking. I helped
them. We got a little tipsy. They told me about their profession. I told them about my former one. That’s when Jordan
recognized me from his grandmother’s old fashion magazines. He told me how he would sneak them and look at the
clothes, daydreaming about wearing the same outfits I modeled. We’ve been friends ever since. They join us for bingo occasionally.”
“Mom, you know them too?”
“Yes. They are also the only ones I feel comfortable being around because I know they’re harmless. They are the sweetest. And since they know your guys, I now feel even more comfortable about them, knowing Jordan and Bran give them high praise.”
I shook my head. “We are just friends. At least until they start dating someone or several someones that don’t want me around.
“I don’t know Isha, you’ve been texting them all week, and you smile so much when I see you looking at your phone,” she
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“I just got out of a relationship mom. Not sure if I want to jump into another.”
“Well, just don’t friend zone them. You might miss out on something great,” my mom said.
“How about this? I won’t friend zone them if you take Uncle Mark out of the friend zone and give him a freaking chance.
The man adores you.”
“He was your father’s best friend. That would be inappropriate.”
“Mom, it’s been over eight years since dad passed away. He’d want you to be happy, and who better with, than his best
friend.”
“I don’t know. I wouldn’t even know how to give him a signal that I wanted to be pursued by him,” she said, biting her lip.
“Flirt mom. Wear something appropriate but s*xy to work. Put your cleavage in his face, bend over in front of him. Touch his arm, say something witty.”
“Amen, give that boy something to pant over,” Nana said.
“Mom!” my mom said.
“What? Isha is right. It’s time for you to move on, and I love Mark. I think you two would make a great couple.”
“You wouldn’t be mad at me?” mom asked.
“No, Ellie. And I know Dan would want you to move on and be happy. You’re only forty-five, you still have many years
ahead of you,” Nana said to her.
I nodded, excited for my mom and Uncle Mark. I looked down at my phone, I really missed the guys. This week has been nice with my mom and Nana. I initially planned to stay a whole month, but I think I’ll head back at the end of next week. I
sent the picture that we just took to the guys.
Miss you guys, having a blast. But these aren’t the guys I wish I was with tonight. Since you’re all my new BFFs, I was wondering if you could all help me find and move into a new place. Maybe one of you could ask Aaron if there are any
houses near you for sale?
I waited a beat for one of them to reply, but then I realized if it’s ten o’clock here, it’s eleven there, and they might all be
sleeping. Oops.
I put my phone back in my clutch and enjoyed the rest of the night with my Nana and mom. Who knew these two could
be so wild?
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Roc
I think sometimes adult children forget that their mother’s used to not be mothers. At least mine do lol. Because I’m old and don’t understand what they’re trying to do in life. Yeah Okay, sons lol
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