Page 30 of Love You Madly

Not looking for another Baby Daddy. I already have one that I can’t stand.

I smile. At least she’s got a sense of humor. As I read further, I learn her name is Callie—figures, given her username—and that she’s nine years younger than me. Normally, I’d steer clear of that much of an age gap, but there’s something about her that feels different.

Her bio is refreshingly honest, filled with lighthearted sarcasm. She’s a mom to a little girl, and she’s pregnant. That part makes me huff out a laugh. I can already hear Luke in my head: Well, at least you can’t get her more pregnant. Her mention of Maury and her baby daddy issues nearly has me in stitches. I keep scrolling, learning more about her. She’s fun, she’s real, and she loves coffee and reading—definite pluses in my book.

As I look at her profile picture again, her eyes draw me in. I swear I’ve met her before, or at least seen her somewhere. I can’t shake the feeling, so I decide to send her a message, my curiosity getting the better of me.

ThatPipeGuy3.14:

What are your five favorite music artists? And yes, I will be judging you based on your answer.

I hit send and lean back, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. I can’t seem to sit still so I wander into the kitchen, and pour myself a glass of whiskey. The apartment feels a little less lonely somehow. I go back to her profile and look at her pictures again. She is stunning, and I’m having a hell of a time placing where I’ve seen her before. Because I’m certain that I have.

I’m a little surprised when I receive a message back fromher relatively quickly. Especially because it’s so late. I guess I’m not the only one in need of some entertainment.

ChaosCallie:

That’s a tough one!

I guess I’ll have to go with… Nirvana, Halestorm, Acceptance, Paramore, and Staind. Judge your pretty little heart out.

A smile spreads across my face. It’s refreshing to see someone with some alt/rock taste instead of fucking country music which I cannot stand. I can only take so many versions of songs about someone’s dog dying. Yes, I’m a hater. I know.

ThatPipeGuy3.14:

Aww! So, you think I’m pretty? Those are pretty solid choices. Nirvana though… were you even born yet when Kurt Cobain was still alive?

I take a sip of my drink, savoring the warmth it brings. Her response comes quickly, making me chuckle.

ChaosCallie:

Very funny, old timer! Yes, I was. Granted… I was just shy of four-years-old when he died but I mean… I was alive.

I grin, appreciating her quick wit. She’s intriguing, I’ll give her that.

ThatPipeGuy3.14:

Fair enough, young grasshopper. My name is Owen, by the way.

ChaosCallie:

I know, I read your profile, silly. But I appreciate the introduction. It’s nice to meet you, Owen. I’m glad you feel my answer is worthy of being told your first name.

Oh, I definitely like this girl already. It’s one thing to be able to have a conversation with people and not get bored to death but I love it when a woman can keep me on my toes and isn’t afraid of a little friendly back and forth.

ThatPipeGuy3.14:

I have to say, based on your answers though, I’m guessing you’re one of those former emo kids that hated very specific bands because they were “too mainstream,” and/or “sold out.”

ChaosCallie:

First of all – there’s no such thing as a “former emo kid.” I’ve simply morphed into an Elder Emo.

And listen, you don’t have to call me out. My hatred for The White Stripes and The Killers is warranted.

ThatPipeGuy3.14:

The White Stripes and The Killers are actually good though!

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