Page 12 of When the Fake Snow Falls

I have a thing for blondes.

My tight lips burst with laughter, and I shake my head. He can’t be serious.That’shis reason? I suddenly don’t feel so bad about ruining their meet cute after all. What kind of guy only goes for one hair color?

Another message pops up.

Unknown Number:

Are you judging me?

There’s no reason to sugarcoat things, I type back my honest response.

Candace:

I am.

Unknown Number:

I thought so.

Look, it’s unintentional. Every woman I’ve dated has been blonde by circumstance, and now I’ve simply accepted my fate.

I roll my eyes even though he can’t see me.

Candace:

Your fate of only dating blondes?

Unknown Number:

I don’t only date blondes. I’ve just only ever had relationships with them. There’s a key difference.

Candace:

Fine. You’re only attracted to blondes. But hear me out.

Unknown Number:

Debatable, but I’m listening.

I snort a laugh.

Candace:

Maybe it’s time to look at the fact that dating blondes is the one thing that has consistently never worked out for you.

And I’m not saying that as a girl who gave you my number today. I’m saying that as a friend.

There’s a pause before the nextmessage comes in.

Unknown Number:

That is . . . an excellent point.

I probably shouldn’t encourage this man’s terrible theory on love, but with a sigh, I type out my next message. Miles will disapprove, but I don’t want someone who doesn’t want me. It’s as simple as that. And a guy who only goes for blondes? It sounds like I may have actually dodged a bullet after all.

Candace:

But if you’re really into blondes, just go back and ask her out again. I promise not to interfere this time. I’m sorry about that.

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