Page 26 of Falling for my Best Friend

“Where?”

He nodded towards the hotel.

I’d done worse, but I didn’t want to answer him just yet.

“It’s funny you mention that actually,” he said, ignoring the straw and drinking his lemonade from the glass. “A few weeks ago, I went out with a girl who was looking for the man God intended for her.”

“But it wasn’t you?” I asked with a crooked smile before taking a bite of my wrap.

“She wanted to wait for marriage.” He set his glass down. “I actually felt kind of bad for her when she told me she was having a hard time lining up second dates.”

I swallowed. “I went out with the perfect guy for her last week. He was born again. Thought between him and Jesus, they might be able to save me.”

“I think you seem fine the way you are.”

“This wrap is delicious,” I said, setting it down for a second.

“I’m glad you like it.”

I wanted to ask Brad what he thought about the revolutionary speed dating app. I wanted to know if he thought the technology was dangerous. I mean, what if Fiona was right? What if young people today are so programmed for instant gratification that they don’t actually have the patience to let a relationship develop naturally?

For example, Brad seemed like a nice guy- despite the fact that he was too pretty for me in real life- but even if I wanted to build something with him, how could I when I knew that as soon as we went our separate ways, he was just going to start swiping again?

Why would I even try to compete when I knew the universe was going to match him up with new women who- if only for the reason that he hadn’t met them yet- were more exotic than I was?

Like what’s the point of trying to build anything with anybody when technology is perfectly positioned to tear it down?

But in the end, I didn’t give a shit what Brad thought in his big head. I only cared what he could do with his little one.

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