THE MARRIAGE PLAN

Eleven years ago, I made a pact with my best friend: 
If we were still single at 35, we’d get married and have a baby! 

Brad was funny, cocky and insanely s*xy. 
Hanging out on the beach on Coney was always a blast. 
His body was ripped and tanned, and I yearned to have his lips on mine, to be his, to be more than friends. 
But I could only dream. 
Because he was my secret love. 
And I was just his goofy buddy. 

On our last night together before he moved to L.A., something was different. 
We’d had too much to drink. 
The heat between us too intense to ignore. 
It was my dream come true and I was so in love. 
I gave him my V-card. 
And he left me with his promise: a marriage pact. 

He couldn’t have been serious, right? 
I don’t know why I’m still thinking about it. 
It was so many years ago and we haven’t spoken since. 

But you know what’s really got my stomach in a knot? 

Today’s my 35th birthday - and I’ve got a missed call… from Brad.