Was she wearing safety goggles?
Vince:
Did you tell her about your adventures in the air duct?
Me:
THAT WAS ONE TIME!
Okay, guys, seriously. I need help.
Will:
We know this. But I don’t think you’re going to find the kind of help you need in this groupchat.
Me:
Haha, very funny. It went well, but I couldn’t stop thinking about this girl I met online a couple of weeks ago.
Will:
Ah, the plot thickens.
Luke:
The chick from Hawkridge?
Me:
Yeah, it’s complicated. I care about Callie, but the distance is too much. It wouldn’t be fair to her if I try to pursue a relationship with her because I wouldn’t be able to actually spend very much time with her.
The silence stretches out this time. I pace the kitchen, waiting for a reply. I stop by the window, looking out at the parking lot. It feels too still, too empty without Barrett here.
Will:
Dude, if she’s on your mind that much, it’s worth figuring out.
I sigh, scratching my beard. Maybe he’s right. But how do I figure this out without screwing things up more than I think I might have already?
Luke:
You’re also single, man. There’s nothing wrong with dating more than one person as long as you’re clear with both of them that you’re not interested in anything exclusive yet.
Vince:
Or you could start a reality show. ‘The Bachelor:Blue Collar’
Me:
What is it with you guys and reality shows? That’s the last fucking thing I need right now.
I shake my head, imagining myself standing there with a bunch of women, handing out pipe wrenches instead of roses.
Luke:
Maybe consider talking to Callie about it again. At least you’ll know where you stand.
Vince: