Free Not His Type by Chamein Canton Page A

while later Cathy’s mind was racing and her
nerves were shot as she slipped into warm bath water. She
hadn’t been on a date in eons and frankly, she wasn’t sure if
she remembered what to do or how to act. Despite not
admitting to it in public, she’d glanced at the tabloid headlines, even read a few articles about Marcus’s love life. How
could she help it? The man was a sex symbol and a baseball
icon. Sure, Cathy sashayed with the best of them but she
knew she wasn’t the norm for him. Marcus dated a parade
of rail-thin beauties whose pouts added three pounds to
their frames. Cathy fidgeted as the floodgates of insecurities
over her size rushed over her. Then she got pissed with
herself. After all, she’d fought hard to gain self-esteem and
to finally love herself, weight, warts and all. In the past she’d
never gone on a date with any expectations, so she’d
avoided disappointment. Yet this date was different; it actually mattered. When she stepped out of the tub she knew
all her calculated plans of self protection had gone down
the drain with the bath water. Today she ran the risk of
having her hopes dashed on the bleachers. Her heart
betrayed her when it started to care about the outcome.
    Cathy beat her insecurities back long enough to get
ready. She slipped into a sexy lace black bra and panty set
with her Cat on a Hot Tin Roof full black slip. She wouldn’t
go bare-legged; instead, she put on a pair of thigh highs and
topped them off with a pair of strappy sandals. She held up
two Marilyn Monroe type dresses against herself.
“I didn’t know you were going back into the city today,”
    Anna said from the doorway, startling her.
“I’m not.”
“So why do you have those two dresses out if you’re not
    going somewhere?”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t going out.”
Anna stopped eating cereal out of the box. “You have a
    date?”
“I’m going to the Yankee game if you must know.”
“When did you get tickets for the game?”
“I didn’t get tickets. “ She turned and held up both
    dresses. “Which one?”
“The blue one.”
“I thought it was a good choice too. Thanks.”
“You’re not answering my question. How are you going
    to a game if you don’t have tickets?”
“Anna, I don’t have time to sweat the small stuff. I have
to get cleaned up and ready by the time the car gets here.”
“By the time the car gets here? What car?”
She tried to escape to her bathroom but Anna’s long legs
were no match for her.
“I said, what car?”
Cathy was a bit peeved to have to share. “The car
Marcus is sending for me.”
Anna let out a scream.
“Damn, girl! My ears!”
“I thought you said you wouldn’t hear from him. When
did he call?”
“Last night after the game.”
“Will wonders never cease?” Anna said rhetorically. “So
did you guys make small talk or did he get right to the
point?”
“It was late but we talked for a little bit. Then he asked
me about coming to the game.”
Anna took a closer look at the blue dress Cathy planned
to wear. “He must be taking you out afterwards; this isn’t
your usual Yankee game gear.”
She had a point. Cathy’s usual game gear consisted of a
Yankee tee shirt, shorts or jeans and naturally a Yankee
baseball cap.
Cathy let out a heavy sigh. “As a matter of fact he is.
Now, Anna, if you really want to see what happens you’re
going to have to let me get the rest of my toiletries from the
bathroom.”
She stepped out of the way. “I wouldn’t want you to
miss this.”
“Thanks.”
Cathy debated over whether to wear perfume. She’d
gotten a gift set of Dolce and Gabanna’s Light Blue for her
birthday in August. She’d joked it was the closest she’d ever
get to Dolce and Gabanna anything, but the perfume was
the perfect fit.
Soft and sweet, she stumbled into her dress. It was ninefifteen. She had to move on to makeup.
Anna opened the door. “Are you trying to kill yourself?”
She buttoned the front of the dress. “I’m just a