I changed my mind a hundred times about actually going to the party. I told myself I said I’d go just to shut Barry up and that was more than half true. Then I’d think about the incredulous look on Chad’s face when someone told him they saw me at a Boy Toys party and that alone would make the whole evening worthwhile.
But I wouldn’t buy anything, God no…I wouldn’t even enjoy myself if everyone there was paired up with Mr. Perfect and I had to settle for Greg’s cousin Marty.
By Saturday morning, I was still undecided, though I did have an outfit picked out—a tight black sweater that hugged my flat stomach and jeans so low, an inch of skin showed between the waistband and the sweater whenever I moved. When I sat down, the jeans puckered away from my lower back, the sweater pulled up nice
