The Boyfriend Recipe by Alex Miska & V Soffer

Author:Alex Miska & V Soffer [Miska, Alex & Soffer, V]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Longtail Books
Published: 2017-04-25T05:00:00+00:00

“You stole your sister’s Ken dolls?” I asked David once we’d each gotten a cocktail.

“Hey, she only had one and she never played with him!” he said defensively, cheeks coloring. “He wanted to hang out with all those G.I. Joes our father kept buying me.”

“You mean, he wanted to join the Joe Orgies,” Tonya corrected, grinning.

“How many times do I have to tell you? They weren’t orgies. They were only kissing.”

“They were naked!”

“Not completely!”

“Davey, it’s not like they were shirtless showing those delicious Joe abs. Some of them weren’t wearing pants!” Tonya and David looked like they were about to stick their tongues out at each other, and I could only imagine tiny versions of them having this same argument. Tonya’s date (boyfriend?) found us then and put his arm around Tonya’s shoulder. He was a big, beefy jock with a wide smile. She lit up at the sight of him and… I could only feel happy for her. She introduced us to him and, when they began talking quietly to each other, I squeezed David’s hand.

“You doing okay? I asked.

“Yeah! Yeah. I mean, I am. How about you?” he asked, looking concerned.

“I’m fine. She looks happy and it’s nice to be on friendly terms, you know? But… you’re starting to look uncomfortable again,” I pointed out. He shrugged, so I took charge, procuring small plates and weaving him through the guests so we could get a full sampling of hors d’oeuvres.

Before the reception, I gave him another dose of the ‘herbal anxiety remedy,’ hoping he wouldn’t notice it was just a placebo I gave him when he started to panic before the reception. We wound up being seated with a bunch of Brooke’s friends, none of whom David knew. They didn’t really know each other either, so we chatted about this and that. It was the usual small-talk mixed in with silly anecdotes of Brooke over the years. David did most of the talking, but I loved listening to him tell these stories. There was a bit of a charged silence when we were asked how we’d met, but I jumped in with a skewed version of our tale: I had dated his sister, we hadn’t seen each other for months after the breakup, but then he came into my bakery. He took up the reins and mentioned that Brooke insisted that he get up the courage to talk to me and ask me out and… we’ve been happy ever since. Awwws went all around. Apparently Brooke had a habit of setting people up and her married college friends were quick to regale us with tales of her hits and misses. It hadn’t been choreographed ahead of time, but David and I wound up sharing bits of our salads –I hated cucumbers but loved tomatoes, and vice versa– and gave each other bites of our dinner before trading plates and digging in.

When the music started, it occurred to me that I’d completely forgotten a major wedding activity. David turned

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