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but I’m not that hard up. I have plenty of Tumblr porn and batteries to get me by without having to resort to Tinder. I think I’m ovulating too because I’m super lucky in the uterus department. Do you know how shitty it is to have PMS and raging ovulation hormones? I was watching anime the other night and totally got a ladyboner. An anime ladyboner. What has happened to me?”
“Anime dudes are sexy, ovulation or not. I don’t know what it is about them.”
“The emotional unavailability?”
She shrugged. “Probably.”
“I don’t know, but clearly I’m extra frisky, which sucks because Tricky is a trigger.”
She waggled her brows. “Yeah, he is. A real pistol.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Sorry.”
“You’re so full of shit.”
She giggled. “I know. So, Steve. ”
“Yes. Steve. Thank you. So, I think definitely a three-date situation sounds right. Make sure he’s not nuts. Unless he’s fairly normal and really, really hot. Then I can’t be trusted because it’s been a long, long time.”
“I approve.”
My mind skipped through scenarios of the date, kicking up my nerves. “I wish I could put you in my pocket and take you with me. I don’t want to do this alone.”
She smiled. “You’ll be fine, Rose. It’s like riding a bike.”
“If you say so. Will you be here when I get home?”
“I don’t think so — we’re going to have a late lunch and go to a movie.”
I pouted. “Well, damn.”
“Text me and let me know how it goes. We can talk at Habits tonight too,” she assured me.
“For sure. I’m excited to have everyone in one place tonight.”
“And if your date sucks, we’ll all be there to make fun of him with you. And then we can pick out your next guy. Group effort, and all.”
I raised a brow. “And what if I don’t want to go on another one?”
“Aw, come on, Rosie. Don’t be a party pooper.”
I chuckled.
“Bacon’s ready,” West called from the other room.
I peeled myself out of bed. “Now that is something I’ll get out of bed for, no questions asked.”
Rose
A few hours later, I approached Roasted, wiping my palms on my jeans. My last first date was over a year ago and with one of my best friends, taking its viability as ‘first date’ consideration down a couple of notches. And despite my steady stride and don’t give a fuck expression, I was nervous.
Real nervous.
UndyingArt, otherwise known as Sexy Steve, stood when I entered, smiling. He was a good looking guy, tall and blond, with neatly combed hair. His Henley sleeves were pushed up to his muscular forearms.
I noted that he was wearing a scarf. It was June. Apparently there’s no hipster-o-meter on OKCupid.
“Rose?” he asked hopefully.
I smiled and extended a hand in greeting. “Hey, Steve.”
Rather than take my hand, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me into a hug. My eyes widened, nose burning from the scent clinging to him, something chemical and sharp. I pulled away first, and he reluctantly let me go.
He sort of smirked down at me. “Sorry. I always say you can tell a lot about a person by their hug. Test number one.” He winked, and I gave him what I was sure was an awkward smile.
Not gonna lie. I was super uncomfortable. I was not one of those people who hugged strangers, especially not strangers who smelled vaguely of a funeral home. My eyes darted to the door.
“Want to sit over here?” he asked.
“Sure.” I followed him to a table by the window, hoping I was just overreacting or nervous, ready to give him the benefit of the doubt, though I really wished I’d planned an escape call with Lily.
Steve took a seat and leaned back, folding his hands over his stomach. “Man, I didn’t even ask you if you wanted coffee or anything. Maybe a lemon bar? I know you like those.”
A tingle crawled up the back of my neck. “How did you know that?”
He waved a hand. “Oh, I spent a couple of hours checking out your Facebook. You took a
“Anime dudes are sexy, ovulation or not. I don’t know what it is about them.”
“The emotional unavailability?”
She shrugged. “Probably.”
“I don’t know, but clearly I’m extra frisky, which sucks because Tricky is a trigger.”
She waggled her brows. “Yeah, he is. A real pistol.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Sorry.”
“You’re so full of shit.”
She giggled. “I know. So, Steve. ”
“Yes. Steve. Thank you. So, I think definitely a three-date situation sounds right. Make sure he’s not nuts. Unless he’s fairly normal and really, really hot. Then I can’t be trusted because it’s been a long, long time.”
“I approve.”
My mind skipped through scenarios of the date, kicking up my nerves. “I wish I could put you in my pocket and take you with me. I don’t want to do this alone.”
She smiled. “You’ll be fine, Rose. It’s like riding a bike.”
“If you say so. Will you be here when I get home?”
“I don’t think so — we’re going to have a late lunch and go to a movie.”
I pouted. “Well, damn.”
“Text me and let me know how it goes. We can talk at Habits tonight too,” she assured me.
“For sure. I’m excited to have everyone in one place tonight.”
“And if your date sucks, we’ll all be there to make fun of him with you. And then we can pick out your next guy. Group effort, and all.”
I raised a brow. “And what if I don’t want to go on another one?”
“Aw, come on, Rosie. Don’t be a party pooper.”
I chuckled.
“Bacon’s ready,” West called from the other room.
I peeled myself out of bed. “Now that is something I’ll get out of bed for, no questions asked.”
Rose
A few hours later, I approached Roasted, wiping my palms on my jeans. My last first date was over a year ago and with one of my best friends, taking its viability as ‘first date’ consideration down a couple of notches. And despite my steady stride and don’t give a fuck expression, I was nervous.
Real nervous.
UndyingArt, otherwise known as Sexy Steve, stood when I entered, smiling. He was a good looking guy, tall and blond, with neatly combed hair. His Henley sleeves were pushed up to his muscular forearms.
I noted that he was wearing a scarf. It was June. Apparently there’s no hipster-o-meter on OKCupid.
“Rose?” he asked hopefully.
I smiled and extended a hand in greeting. “Hey, Steve.”
Rather than take my hand, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me into a hug. My eyes widened, nose burning from the scent clinging to him, something chemical and sharp. I pulled away first, and he reluctantly let me go.
He sort of smirked down at me. “Sorry. I always say you can tell a lot about a person by their hug. Test number one.” He winked, and I gave him what I was sure was an awkward smile.
Not gonna lie. I was super uncomfortable. I was not one of those people who hugged strangers, especially not strangers who smelled vaguely of a funeral home. My eyes darted to the door.
“Want to sit over here?” he asked.
“Sure.” I followed him to a table by the window, hoping I was just overreacting or nervous, ready to give him the benefit of the doubt, though I really wished I’d planned an escape call with Lily.
Steve took a seat and leaned back, folding his hands over his stomach. “Man, I didn’t even ask you if you wanted coffee or anything. Maybe a lemon bar? I know you like those.”
A tingle crawled up the back of my neck. “How did you know that?”
He waved a hand. “Oh, I spent a couple of hours checking out your Facebook. You took a
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