The café door blew open and she rode in on a gust. “You’re never gonna guess what I did today!”
There’s really no telling what Suzanne will do, so I played along. “You’re moving to New Zealand?”
She giggled and threw her purse onto the table. I had to grab my latte before it capsized. ”I broke up with Neil!”
“Who?”
“You remember him, Kimmy, don’t you? He’s my virtual boyfriend.”
Did I mention Suzanne has an overactive imagination? “You’ve gotta be kidding me. . .”
She continued, oblivious to my reaction. “Nope. I told him flat out that our relationship wasn’t working for me and that I didn’t want to see him anymore.”
“You told your pretend boyfriend whom you’ve never seen that you no longer want to see him?
She heaved a sigh. “Yeah, he’s just not there for me.”
I watched her waltz to the counter to place an order and wondered if she had lost all her marbles. Suzanne is a formidable businesswoman and one of my dearest friends, but her romantic sensibilities are questionable at best. I vaguely recalled discussing her latest conquest, but she hadn’t referred to him by name and certainly didn’t mention that he was imaginary. This mystery required further investigation.
I didn’t have to wait long. She was no sooner back at our table when a litany of his alleged offenses began. “A girl has needs, you know! Did he think I was going to carry this whole thing on my back?” She took a sip of espresso. “And I thought I really knew him. . .”
I asked her how they met and she rolled her eyes. “At Cannes. Don’t you remember when I had to cover the festival for that stupid art rag that folded last year? Well, we met in the press room one night, and that was it!”
“You’ve never been to Cannes.”
“. . . or at least I thought that was it until he started ignoring me. Do you think he might be a player, Kimmy?”
“Who, the invisible man?”
“I’m serious,” she said, indignant. “Do you think he was just toying with me?
“If he was, I wouldn’t worry about it. The other women in his life are probably fictional, too.”
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