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narrowed. “You’re really not helping.”
“I know. I’m sorry,” she said with a sigh. “I just know that you two care about each other, and you’re both important to me. I want you to be happy. And the thought of double-dating with you guys makes my brain explode.”
I chuckled. “Well, don’t hold your breath.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Rose Fisher.” She pulled the covers up so we were in up to our necks and smiled innocently. “So when are you meeting Sexy Steve?”
Nerves fluttered through my ribcage at the thought of meeting a stranger for a date. “In a couple of hours.”
“So, dating again.”
“Scary. I don’t exactly have a stellar track record when it comes to guys.”
She chuckled. “Who does?”
“Hell if I know. I swear, bad luck with guys must be a Fisher thing. Like, my cousin Ellie. Every guys she’s dated ends up being a jerkwad asshole. She called the other day, I guess this latest one is a real piece of work. She thinks he might be cheating on her.”
“Ugh.”
“And then there’s me. The guys I’ve dated have either been completely unavailable or egomaniacs. Take Jack, for instance. You don’t know rock bottom until your boyfriend and roommate leave town and steal everything in your apartment that wasn’t nailed down.”
She raised an eyebrow. “No, but I did get suckered by the biggest douchewhore in the New York City Ballet.”
“Nice try. Blane at least brought you to West.”
She smiled. “And Jack running off with Liz brought me to you.”
I chuckled. “God, I’m glad you answered my Craigslist ad and not some psycho.”
“You had me at Vaginas only. Penis denied on entry. ”
“Seriously, you could have been a serial killer,” I said with a laugh. “Let’s just agree that ninety percent of all humans are assholes. Statistically.”
“You’re so cynical.”
“I know. I can’t help it. Growing up in LA ruined me, and people like Jack and Liz just drove the last nails in the coffin. I mean, I moved here for Jack, and then he fucked me over so hard.” I shifted my voice into jerk-boy tone. “ Come on, babe. The LA scene is tired.’ It sounded like an adventure at the time. And then he wanted to turn around and go back when he got picked up by that Indie label in Burbank. I felt like a rubber band.”
She shook her head. “Jack was a dick.”
“That’s true. But he was so pretty,” I said wistfully.
“Douchesparkle. Lead singers of bands have it all over them. You can’t see the douche for all that hair and musical talent.”
“Honestly, I don’t think it would have been so big of a deal if my best friend hadn’t left with him.”
“Yeah, because clearly she was an awesome friend.”
“Who stole my shit.”
She nodded. “Who stole your shit, exactly. No wonder you love me. The bar was pretty low.”
I laughed. “It was just a reminder that people suck. Probably not one that I needed. I mean, I did grow up in LA. I think they issue Fuck Everybody T-shirts to all California residents at the DMV.”
“Sounds like New York and LA aren’t so different after all.”
I snorted. “Shhh, don’t say that too loud. Wouldn’t want to start a fight.”
“Well, let’s look at it this way. Maybe you’ve put in your dues on shitty guys. Maybe it’s time for the Fisher luck to turn around. I mean, you’ve got a hot date today, and if things don’t go well, a hot guy is sleeping in your apartment.”
“Ha, ha.”
“Do you know what you’re going to wear?”
“Duh. That’s obviously what I did when I was trying to fall asleep last night.” When I wasn’t thinking about Tricky like twenty feet away. With no shirt on.
“So are you going to do a three date bang? Does he need to buy you dinner before you give up the goods?”
I cackled.
“What? You’ve got to have a game plan. It’s not Tinder, so at least there’s no unspoken expectation that you’re only meeting to bone.”
“I’m pretty hard up,
“I know. I’m sorry,” she said with a sigh. “I just know that you two care about each other, and you’re both important to me. I want you to be happy. And the thought of double-dating with you guys makes my brain explode.”
I chuckled. “Well, don’t hold your breath.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Rose Fisher.” She pulled the covers up so we were in up to our necks and smiled innocently. “So when are you meeting Sexy Steve?”
Nerves fluttered through my ribcage at the thought of meeting a stranger for a date. “In a couple of hours.”
“So, dating again.”
“Scary. I don’t exactly have a stellar track record when it comes to guys.”
She chuckled. “Who does?”
“Hell if I know. I swear, bad luck with guys must be a Fisher thing. Like, my cousin Ellie. Every guys she’s dated ends up being a jerkwad asshole. She called the other day, I guess this latest one is a real piece of work. She thinks he might be cheating on her.”
“Ugh.”
“And then there’s me. The guys I’ve dated have either been completely unavailable or egomaniacs. Take Jack, for instance. You don’t know rock bottom until your boyfriend and roommate leave town and steal everything in your apartment that wasn’t nailed down.”
She raised an eyebrow. “No, but I did get suckered by the biggest douchewhore in the New York City Ballet.”
“Nice try. Blane at least brought you to West.”
She smiled. “And Jack running off with Liz brought me to you.”
I chuckled. “God, I’m glad you answered my Craigslist ad and not some psycho.”
“You had me at Vaginas only. Penis denied on entry. ”
“Seriously, you could have been a serial killer,” I said with a laugh. “Let’s just agree that ninety percent of all humans are assholes. Statistically.”
“You’re so cynical.”
“I know. I can’t help it. Growing up in LA ruined me, and people like Jack and Liz just drove the last nails in the coffin. I mean, I moved here for Jack, and then he fucked me over so hard.” I shifted my voice into jerk-boy tone. “ Come on, babe. The LA scene is tired.’ It sounded like an adventure at the time. And then he wanted to turn around and go back when he got picked up by that Indie label in Burbank. I felt like a rubber band.”
She shook her head. “Jack was a dick.”
“That’s true. But he was so pretty,” I said wistfully.
“Douchesparkle. Lead singers of bands have it all over them. You can’t see the douche for all that hair and musical talent.”
“Honestly, I don’t think it would have been so big of a deal if my best friend hadn’t left with him.”
“Yeah, because clearly she was an awesome friend.”
“Who stole my shit.”
She nodded. “Who stole your shit, exactly. No wonder you love me. The bar was pretty low.”
I laughed. “It was just a reminder that people suck. Probably not one that I needed. I mean, I did grow up in LA. I think they issue Fuck Everybody T-shirts to all California residents at the DMV.”
“Sounds like New York and LA aren’t so different after all.”
I snorted. “Shhh, don’t say that too loud. Wouldn’t want to start a fight.”
“Well, let’s look at it this way. Maybe you’ve put in your dues on shitty guys. Maybe it’s time for the Fisher luck to turn around. I mean, you’ve got a hot date today, and if things don’t go well, a hot guy is sleeping in your apartment.”
“Ha, ha.”
“Do you know what you’re going to wear?”
“Duh. That’s obviously what I did when I was trying to fall asleep last night.” When I wasn’t thinking about Tricky like twenty feet away. With no shirt on.
“So are you going to do a three date bang? Does he need to buy you dinner before you give up the goods?”
I cackled.
“What? You’ve got to have a game plan. It’s not Tinder, so at least there’s no unspoken expectation that you’re only meeting to bone.”
“I’m pretty hard up,
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