Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 90682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Pick up random women in bars and bang them; women who were all too eager to share pictures online and sell their stories to the papers. They’d banged Derek Colter of the Dallas Steers, and they wanted the world to know—they wanted their fifteen minutes of fame and whatever payout they could get.
I would never do that to my partner.
Never.
When the right woman came along, I wasn’t planning on sticking my dick in anyone else.
I loved my father, but I didn’t always respect his choices, and now he was gone and wouldn’t see the man I was becoming.
Duke: When’s the last date you were on, and why didn’t it work out?
I sound like a sappy asshole who gives a shit.
Posey: It’s been a while. I was seeing someone, but we ended things a few months ago, and I haven’t really been on any dates since.
Duke: What made you decide to start dating NOW?
Posey: I don’t know… it’s cliché, but all my friends are in relationships now, and well, I hate being a 3rd wheel—not that I want to date just to have someone at a DINNER party, but it would be nice to share that with someone.
Duke: Plus the sex.
Posey: Obviously.
Obviously.
I stare at that word, trying not to imagine Posey banging some dude, but it’s not as easy as I would think it’d be.
She’s cute.
She smells good.
She feeds me.
Well. She hasn’t cooked me anything per se, but she did take me to the grocery store and let me buy food, which is almost the same thing.
I lie here on the top of my bed, on top of the covers, glancing around, suddenly curious about her bedroom, what it looks like, how she has it decorated. I’ve only seen her office, and from what I can tell about that, she likes modern, clean lines and dark colors.
This guest bedroom isn’t froufrou or feminine—I don’t feel out of place here at all. Gray walls, gray-striped comforter, dark pillows, dark dresser.
Considering how cutesy she dresses, it surprises me that the house isn’t cutesy, too.
Duke: What does your bedroom look like?
Posey: Um, it’s literally right next door. Why don’t you just come over here and stick your head in?
Duke: That feels like too much work. Can’t you just describe it? Then when I see it, I can tell you how off your description was.
Posey: You’re so obnoxious.
Duke: Soooo what does it look like?
Posey: Uh—cream walls. Plain white bedding. Gray dresser on the wall that’s facing the bed, TV on the wall above that. No curtains, not a ton of pillows. Idk, it’s pretty basic. I don’t spend much time in here.
Duke: Sounds like this room.
Posey: Yeah, they’re pretty similar. I just bought two of everything. LOL
Posey: Any other questions?
Duke: Yes. Switching gears: what kind of stuff is this “Brian” talking about?
Posey: Would you stop using his name in air quotes as if that wasn’t his real name?? He is a real person—I know him.
Duke: Then why’s he gotta message you on a dating app? If you knew him, he should man up and shoot you a message.
Posey: I said we went to high school together. I didn’t say we stayed in touch.
Duke: Well, BRIAN should get your number from one of his buddies who also went to high school with you. He knows someone who knows someone who has your number, guaranteed.
Posey: Why do you even care?
Duke: I don’t care.
Duke: It’s just annoying.
Posey: LOL. Says the guy who sounds like he cares.
Duke: You’re my roommate. It’s in my best interest to take an interest.
Posey: This little “best interest” better not include MEDDLING in my love life.
Duke: Don’t flatter yourself. I have enough shit on my own plate; I don’t have to meddle with yours.
Posey: If you say so…
Duke: Maybe you should be paying more attention to BRIAN then and less attention to me.
Posey: You’re probably right.
She goes silent a few seconds before the chat dots all light up again.
Posey: Night, D.
Dammit. I hadn’t actually wanted her to stop chatting with me. I was only joking.
Posey
I wasn’t expecting to connect with anyone online who I knew in real life, but here I am chatting with Brian, who seems like a good guy.
I remember him vaguely. He’d been in my math class but never offered up much. Then again, who did? It was math, and I sucked at it and still do.
Tall.
Back then, he was straggly, not yet growing into himself.
Bit of a nerd.
These days, judging by his photographs, he’s still tall but not as thin, nicely filled out. Masculine? A few pictures show him with a beard, a few show him without, so that’s one of the first questions I asked when we first matched.
Me: Beard or no beard…?
Brian: Why does everyone keep asking me that?
Is he being serious? It’s hard to tell. There is no inflection in tone on this dumb app.