Page 11 of How to Win the Girl

Ask anyone.

“Don’t fuck around too long.” I smack him on the ass when he goes through the door. “And don’t forget, I’m going to your Mass Comm class tonight so you can work on your midterm presentation.”

Drew nods, his shaggy hair flopping in his eyes. Dude needs a bang trim. Lucky for him, I’m semi-decent with a pair of shears and can clean that shit right up for him.

“I haven’t forgotten. That fucking presentation is the only thing I can think about.”

“Well, you’re lucky it’s off-season, or you’d be fucked for taking a class like that in the first place.”

His academic adviser never should have signed off on a class like that, with so many requirements and so much studying—not to brag, but athletes usually don’t have to take such strenuous classes unless they’re wannabe scientists or some shit, which the vast majority are not.

Business. Accounting. Marketing.

The usual.

Not pre-law.

The class he has tonight is a no-brainer, and all I have to do is take the quiz the professor always gives them at the beginning of class. Occasionally, he gives a second right after the break ’coz he’s that big of a prick.

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daisy

My last date was so bad, I paid the server ten bucks to spill a drink in my lap so I could get out of there.

Things I’m lookingfor in a guy:

A good sense of humor

Someone tall

Someone who enjoys going out but also likes to stay home and snuggle on the couch

Kindness

Compassion

Goal oriented

I stare at the list I made—the one I’m going to use to help me write my dating profile, and wrinkle my nose. Kindness? Compassion? Do those things exist in a college guy, and furthermore, is it cheesy to put that on a dating app? Although, won’t the guy who’s a good match for me not think it’s cheesy I’m putting that on my dating app bio?

Ugh. Why is this so difficult? I told my friends I was going to do a profile, and I plan to follow through—I just didn’t expect it to be so damn thought-provoking. You’d think it would be easy whipping out a few lines, considering they only give you so many characters to describe yourself and what you want.

“Do you honestly expect to find a soulmate on a college dating app?” My roommate Gabby snorted when I told her, which was so rude. “Go to the bar like a normal person.”

Go to the bar like a normal person?

I didn’t go to the bars, so why should I start now that I want to try dating? Isn’t that just setting myself up to find a guy who only wants to party or have casual sex?

Or am I just stereotyping? I don’t know too many people who met the love of their life at a bar. Fraternity party, yes.

Bar, no.

“Everyone is on dating apps.” I’d rolled my eyes at her, but there was still doubt rolling in the pit of my stomach.

The idea excites me but makes me nervous at the same time.

Daisy, what’s the rush?

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