I flopped onto Jack’s couch and pulled off my boots. “Listen,
where is my trust fund? When it shows up I don’t have to do this
job interview thing anymore,” I said.
Jack pulled my feet into his lap and started massaging them. “It
was that rough, huh?”
“Brutal,” I responded. “But the massage is
helping.” I threw my head back and groaned as his capable hands
brought my toes back from the brink of numbness. There was a blizzard brewing.
Even though the snow had only been drifting down when I walked from the subway
to Jack’s apartment, the frigid temperatures were enough to make my
feet feel like they were trapped in blocks of ice.
I’d spent the morning preparing for and
going on an interview at Crush, a new app that was hoping to obliterate Tinder’s
success. So many dating apps were cropping up, but Crush’s team had found a
way to put a creative spin on the experience: if you didn’t
send at least five new messages and go on one date per week, the app would
automatically withdraw money from your bank account. If guys on Crush were
anything like the ones Marley talked about from Tinder, the forced interaction
was probably pretty terrifying. But it also seemed to be effective, given the
press spotlight Crush was constantly basking in.
I’d secured the interview at the last
minute via a friend of my Ohio State work-study boss. As soon as I’d
gotten home from my icy encounter with Marian, I’d sent an “I’m
in the market for a new job!” email to pretty much everyone I knew.
I wanted to tackle the problem and get it fixed before both my bank account and
my ego took a hit.
Instead of the flood of responses I’d hoped for, I’d
gotten just a trickle of offerings, mainly for informational interviews. I
refused to let that discourage me. As my father reminded me on the phone,
beggars can’t be choosers. I’d staggered the interviews throughout
the upcoming weeks, knowing that even if I had to float on my savings for a
bit, at least I’d be working towards getting a new
job. Then I’d spent the weekend at Marley’s revamping my
resume and toasting my “newfound freedom,” as
she’d called it.
Since I had nothing to do during the day, I passed the hours
before the interview in a coffee shop next to Crush’s building in
Williamsburg, answering Jack’s supportive texts while sipping two
dirty chais. Bad move. By the time I walked into the office, the espresso
jitters had me trembling like a Bachelor contestant who has to go on a
camping date sans extensions or fake tanner. My work-study boss had told me it
was just an informational, but I still wasn’t sure exactly what
I was walking into.
Tony, the Founder and Director of Operations, looked like he was
around my age. He was tall and sinewy with piercing blue eyes. The light
glinted off both his bald head and the lenses in his Warby Parker-ish glasses.
He led me through the open workspace, which they’d converted from an
old warehouse. Girls with short pigtails tapped away on their keyboards next to
guys with tufty beards. It all seemed normal enough, even exciting in a
too-cool-for-you tech way, until Tony and I sat down in his office. That’s
when I realized Grey & Boehm had nothing on Crush in terms of weirdness.
Tony started with the evil question that strikes fear into the
hearts of interviewees everywhere. “Tell me about yourself,” he
said. I envisioned hitting him with the unadulterated truth: I’d
been unceremoniously fired and needed an excellent new job to boost my
confidence and blast all over LinkedIn to prove I wasn’t a complete
failure.
Instead, I gave him the safer spiel. I explained that I had a
background in event planning and loved creating unforgettable moments for my
clientele. I’d read that I should only own up to being thrown out of Grey
& Boehm on my ass if I was directly asked about being fired. I hoped that
since it was an informational, it wouldn’t come up. I
wrapped up my answer by saying I’d seen a few articles on Crush and was
intrigued by how they were using events to reach their target demographic of
young, single people who were ready to meet someone in a new way.
“Sounds good, sounds good,” he
responded. He nodded for a while and just stared at me until the silence felt
oppressive. Was that all he was going to say? I shifted in my seat, then spoke
up.
“What made you decide to start Crush? I’m
so impressed by how quickly the company has grown.”
“We want to deliver premium romantic opportunities to
consumers who are absolutely ready to find love and willing to put in the work
to do so.” Tony puffed out his chest. “We value users who
aren’t afraid to embrace their individuality, and that’s
what we look for in our staff. Anyone with an open mind who’s
quick on their feet.”
“Of course, I can see how that would be the type of employee
who would do well here,” I said.
Tony cocked his head. “Do you think you fit that description?”
“Yes,” I said confidently. “Working
at Grey & Boehm taught me to be both creative and flexible in a way that
most jobs don’t, since thinking outside of the box was essential to the
kind of work I did.”
Tony seamlessly moved onto his next question. “Are
you more of a hunter, or do you see yourself as the gatherer type?” I
thought I’d heard him wrong for a second. A hunter or a gatherer? I
mean, I was both, if you consider browsing Seamless hunting and accepting the
bag from the deliveryman gathering. But Tony was looking at me with a totally
straight face, so I realized he was testing the very creativity and flexibility
I’d just mentioned.
“I see myself as a mix. I’m a hunter in that
I’m always on the lookout for what’s up-and-coming,
not just what’s buzzy in the moment. And I’m a gatherer in the
sense that I don’t just make a note of what could
potentially work well, I do what it takes to make it happen.” I
gave him a few examples of exhibitions I'd secured for Grey & Boehm. If BS
101 had been a college course, I would have aced it.
Tony looked satisfied and leaned back in his cushy leather chair.
“What’s the funniest thing that happened to
you recently?”
The night before with Jack immediately sprang to my mind. I’d
waltzed into his bedroom and flicked off the light, figuring we could use a
change of pace from our typical lights-on sex. That had led to a little mixup
when Jack reached into his bedside table and grabbed a tube of Bengay instead
of lube. Tears of pain and hilarity ensued, but I couldn’t exactly tell Tony
that. Instead, I talked about how I’d recently gotten tangled in a flock
of seven dogs all being walked by the same person. Not quite as funny, but much
more office-appropriate. Plus it made me sound like a heroine in a romantic
comedy. I could use a little bit of that kind of luck.
“What do you think is the secret to a perfect date?”
Was he not going to ask me any of the more typical questions?
Didn’t he care about my weaknesses or how I’d
handled the ins and outs of event production? Then again, it was a dating app.
“A spark. That electric firework that shows something
exciting is about to happen,” I said.
Tony stared at me for a beat, then sat up and leaned over his
desk to close the distance between us. “Do you feel that spark now?”
Shocked, I just barely stopped myself from leaning back. I was
either on a hidden camera show or I’d stumbled upon a stealth pornography
shoot. I crossed and uncrossed my ankles, trying to determine how to put the
kibosh on whatever freaky direction Tony was heading in.
“Just kidding! I’m kidding!” He
rubbed his shiny head and smiled in a way that reminded me of a lizard. “We’re
not about sexual harassment at Crush, that’s a big no-no,” he
said. Although it was reassuring when taken at face value, the second he
uttered that sentence I knew I’d never accept a job there, even if
the salary somehow made having a trust fund irrelevant. Who brings up sexual
harassment during a job interview? I finished out the interview as
professionally as possible, then headed to Jack’s place like we’d
planned.
“What a creep,” Jack said when I finished telling him
about that morning’s meeting with Tony.
“Yeah, but at least it’ll be a funny
story. Plus, he said they didn’t have anything available but he’d
try to see if he could connect me with another company. I won’t
have to work with him, but I might still score a lead. I’ll consider it a
win.”
“You know what I consider a win?” Jack
grinned wickedly. My stomach dropped and my toes tingled. It was as though I
was about to have an orgasm on a roller coaster, like in that iconic scene with
Mark Wahlberg and Reese Witherspoon in Fear. I’d always wanted to
recreate that.
“What?”
“The fact that we’re about to get snowed in together.” He
stroked the arches of my feet lightly and I squirmed, kicking involuntarily.
“Hey, watch it! My feet are dangerously close to the goods,” I
said while laughing. He immediately glanced down at his groin in alarm and
stopped the tickling. “But yes, I agree, it’s
a big win.”
When he’d heard a record-making blizzard was
approaching, Jack had asked me which snacks and movies he should stock up on.
It was like me spending the blizzard with him was a done deal. And really, why
wouldn’t it be? I had no job to get to, and he was just studying.
We’d been spending almost every night together since our
getaway, so it only made sense.
Jack got up to go to the bathroom and I checked my phone. An
email from Grant awaited me, and my heart leaped into my throat. Did he have an
answer about my watch?
Hey, Tessa.
Hope you’re
doing well. It’s
good to hear from you. Sorry to say I haven’t seen your watch, and I definitely think I’d have come across it when I
was packing before I left. You’re
sure you don't have it? It’s
not just hidden under a pile of clothes or something? Hey, don’t roll your eyes at me. I know what your room looks like.
In all seriousness, good luck finding it. I know how much it
means to you.
How’s
everything else going? Do you want to iChat soon? Let me know if that’s weird. I’m just in a place where I feel
like we can do that, and there’s
so much I want to tell you.
-Grant
I slumped back onto the couch. I couldn’t even process
Grant’s request to talk—I already knew that yes, of course, I
would—because now I had confirmation that my watch was nowhere to
be found. My mom would be so disappointed. There were only two options left.
Either my neighbor Brian had actually stolen from me when he’d
drunkenly broken into our place, or Celine had taken it. Even though the
situation with Brian had been scary, I felt a sinking suspicion that for some
reason, Celine had my watch. I felt like I could trust Brian and his roommate
Xia. Celine, on the other hand, had been acting bizarre. I explained it all to
Jack when he got back from the bathroom.
“You have to confront her about it! Why are so many people
trying to do you dirty? First Liv, now Celine,” he
said.
From an outside perspective, it definitely did sound like I was
some sort of drama magnet. Not exactly the vibe I was going for. “This
is the first time I’ve ever dealt with anything like this!
The Liv thing was a fluke, but at least now with Celine I know I can never
trust Craigslist again. I’m dying to call her right now, but I
think I need to do this in person.”
“Yeah, maybe that would be smart.” Jack
rubbed my shoulders and glanced out the window at the snow, which was coming
down with conviction. “But I don’t think that’ll
be on the agenda for today. I planned a surprise for you, like a good job on
actually getting out there and interviewing thing. Maybe it’ll
cheer you up about the watch,” Jack said. He drummed on my back in
excitement. “Close your eyes.”
I did as he asked and tried to put the watch out of my mind.
There was nothing I could do about it in the moment. I’d just tell Celine
I knew she was stowing it away in her room and demand to have it back. Then I’d
have to consider what to do about my trainwreck of a roommate.
I listened to Jack bustle around his apartment, waiting in
anticipation for a few minutes before he finally came over and kissed me
softly. I jumped at the contact.
“OK, open,” said Jack.
My eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the dim light. He’d
turned off the overhead lighting and left just a small lamp on. Then there were
candles all over, illuminating the honest-to-goodness blanket fort in the
middle of the living room.
“Oh my god, Jack! The Kindergarten Tessa inside me is
squealing right now. How did you do this?!”
“Well, first I looked at this site called Pinterest. Do you
know it?” I burst out laughing, imagining Jack scrolling through
contouring tutorials and recipes for every kind of casserole known to man. “Then
I came to my senses, because I wasn’t about to go buy fairy lights for
this thing. I abandoned the website and just tied the blankets together myself,” he
said proudly. I could tell they were draped over various pieces of furniture,
so the fort was huge but kind of misshapen. I liked it that way. “I
had everything that’s inside waiting in a closet so I
wouldn’t need to leave you with your eyes closed too long, since
you’re pretty much narcoleptic.”
I ignored the dig. I really did fall asleep way too easily. “‘Everything
inside’? What’s inside?!” I
felt a rush of giddiness that took me back to the Christmas mornings of my
childhood.
“Why don’t you go see?”
I crawled in and discovered the only thing that could have
delighted me more than the prospect of getting snowed-in with Jack: a pizza,
picnic basket full of my favorite snacks, and two bottles of wine. I
immediately shuffled back out and grabbed him.
“You are unbelievable. Get in here!”
Jack tumbled in after me and fiercely pressed his lips against
mine. Maybe I didn’t end the day with a new job, I
thought to myself. But at least I can officially check “fort
sex” off my bucket list.
I have really started to like Tessa's story, just wish the Celine drama would unfold faster, I think there is a lot more to her story than we've seen! Great writing, I would have been in heaven over a blanket fort too :)
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I love the fort idea! Might try it for Valentine's!
ReplyDeleteJack is too cute, I can't handle it.
ReplyDeleteIt wouldn't surprise me if Celine turned out an excuse like, "oh, I thought I could borrow it? Since we're good friends and roommates and all,". I dunno, it just seems like something manipulative and crazy that she'd do.
Yeah, it's definitely starting to cross the line into diabetic coma territory. Like NY Dixie did. Too sugary sweet.
DeleteJack melts my heart he is so sweet
ReplyDeleteI don't get this fast moving romance between Jack and Tessa. It doesn't make sense. She was so torn over Grant only be with Grant a couple weeks later? Am I the only that thinks it's creepy that he stalked her to get her contact info? Then showing up where he knew where she'd be? Doesn't make sense in my opinion.
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh I had to replace read your comment twice because I felt like I wrote it but I didn't but I totally agree with you on everything, too fast and kinda creepy
DeleteI think the author is a really sweet writer, but to be honest I find Tessa's story to be a little bit bland. Its like her perfect boyfriend and her break up and then another perfect guy immediately enters her life. And they have perfect dates and even more perfect sex. And as of today he is literally pinterest perfect. I mean the story is kind of meh. I really appreciate you taking the time to share Tessa's story, and I can't imagine how difficult it is to open up your creativity to the internet to comment on it, but I'm sorry I just wanted to say that as far as Tessa's story goes it is a little bit slow and I don't really feel like we're hearing anything new here.
ReplyDeleteI agree with you 100%. I love reading every week in hopes that a new and exciting twist will be revealed, or SOMEthing in the the story will have developed. But so far I feel like I've been reading somewhat boring day to day "stuff".
DeleteI agree 100% with you above! It's still a great blog though.
Deletei 100% agree. But I also feel like being blunt and saying this story is so boring and unrealistic, I keep on waiting for it to get better. And waiting. and waiting. and waiting....
DeleteEveryone who is dishing out negative comments are really infuriating. Tessa's story is great. I actually look forward to Tuesday much more than Thursday every week. You negative readers are just finding excuses to complain. I love that Tessa moved on after Grant. She had already grieved their relationship so much as it was, it's refreshing to add a new character, and hear a new part of her story.
ReplyDeleteJust because someone doesn't agree with your comment doesnt make them negative. If tge comments bother you so much how about not reading them? Problem solved.
DeleteThe comments you're riled up about weren't rude, disrespectful, or offensive in the least...just honest opinions from various readers. It's great that you look forward to reading about Tessa every Tuesday ("even more than Thursday's" blog), but that's *your* personal opinion - which isn't more or less valid or important than anyone else's. They all have a right to comment with an honest observation, and not all observations are going to be positive. At least the so-called "negative" comments were focused on the *story* itself...rather than other readers' honest (and perfectly polite) opinions on said story.
Delete^^ This person is spot on. All opinions are valid!
DeleteI'd imagine Celine stole the watch and sold it for drugs, not that she has it in her room to give back. I agree with others that this romance is moving too quickly, especially because we haven't really gotten the "why" of why they like each other or why he was so into her. I feel like I don't know him at all but Tessa is falling in love with him, some definite gaps. I don't agree with the person who says we're reading the same old same old. In the last post she went and spoke to Mariam, in this one she has an interview and we have a new character introduced. I agree this post wasn't thrilling but you can't expect a writer to come up with one new exciting, amazing scenario per post. If she was doing that, we'd all complain how unrealistic it was or how it was moving too quickly or not making sense. There's always something to complain about. I think the amount that changes per post makes sense, the real problem here is one post a week. That's pretty annoying and I feel that way about the Thursday one too. Jessica can jump around more and has more wiggle room for creativity. She is after all weaving two stories together, one of which many of her readers already know...and it jumps around in time, but this blog simply wouldn't work that way.
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