I went and saw a few apartments, texting Kelly the pros and cons of each while I was there. The last one was a small house, older but renovated to be very modern and new on the inside. I liked it, it was actually shaved a few minutes off of my commute and it had a pool. I couldn’t help but dream of more steamy pool encounters with Kelly. I told her about it while I was there, texting her that it was a winner and that I thought I’d take it.
“Send me a pic of the pool pls,” she texted. I told the rental agent I wanted to see the pool one more time so I slipped out the sliding door, opened the metal gate around the pool and snapped a photo. I sent it to her and waited. “Oh yeah I can definitely suck your dick in that,” she responded with a winky-face emoji. I smiled to myself. I texted Kelly that I was going to stay and work out the lease details and then I’d be back to the apartment. I worked out a deal to move in at the end of the following week, which was actually sooner than I anticipated. On my way back to the apartment I stopped by Whole Foods and grabbed a bottle of champagne. As I was checking out, I heard someone calling ‘Matt’ very faintly behind me somewhere. It’s a common name so I didn’t turn around until I heard it a few times. It was Nicole. I hadn’t seen her in a few months since I broke up with her. We ended amicably, I told her the truth—I didn’t see a future for us because I didn’t think we loved each other.