Page 41 of How to Win the Girl

Me:Uh, MOST people?

Drew:That is so not true. Chicks all over campus have their noses buried in books these days.

Fair enough. He’s actually not wrong about that.

He changes the subject.

Drew:Do you have a job?

Me:I do freelance work; graphics and whatnot. I take it you don’t have a job?

Drew:No, not allowed to.

Me:Not ALLOWED to?!

Drew:Our jobs are to play football.

Me:But you don’t get paid to do that.

Drew:Not technically,no.I mean—I get a free education. Plus opportunities after I graduate or enter the draft.

I stare at the part of the sentence that reads “or enter the draft.”

I’ve never known a single person with these kinds of opportunities post-graduation, not even Stella, whose father owns a law firm in downtown New York.

Me:Guess I hadn’t thought of it that way. And when would you have time to have a job?

Drew:We wouldn’t. Even in the off-season, we still do shit like condition, training camps, and work out on a regular basis. Not ALL the guys do, but most of us try to stay in shape and not turn into slobs.

Drew:It’s so easy to do, man. Finally being able to eat whatever we want instead of chicken and vegetables nonstop. Train can leave the station pretty quickly if you let it.

Me:The train can leave the station? LOL

Drew:I love a good metaphor. It’s the Southern boy in me.

eleven

drake

I’ll never put a dating app on my phone. I’d rather meet someone the old-fashioned way: through alcohol and poor judgment.

Daisy:You’re Southern?

Uh. How does she not know this?

Me:Yeah. Couldn’t you tell in class when we were talking the other day?

Daisy:Yes, but I didn’t want to make assumptions.

Me:In this case, you’d have been right.

Daisy:What part of the South?

Me:Texas

Daisy:Oh—when I think “Southern,” my brain immediately goes to…Charleston or wherever.

Me:In

---