Page 27 of How to Win the Girl

Drew C:Nothing. It just means you’re independent, and it doesn’t seem like you put up with much bullshit, and dudes this age are all about bullshit.

Trust me. I know.

Daisy:You’re not wrong, but I’m also slightly butt hurt that you think it’s hard for me to meet people.

Drew C:Not people. Just dudes.

Daisy:That’s what I meant by people.

Drew C:Oh. I was being literal.

Daisy:No shit?

Drew C:See. There you go being sarcastic.

Daisy:Like I said, I’m butt hurt.

Drew C:So any dates lined up?

Daisy:I went on one over the weekend, but I wouldn’t call it a date.

Drew C:What would you call it?

Daisy:Idk, we met for coffee, which is lame? But easy I guess.

Drew C:Dudes don’t want to spend money on a chick they probably aren’t going to actually date, and if it was during the day, he knew he probably wasn’t getting laid, either.

I glance over at her and she’s turned around, her mouth falling open. “What the hell,” she mouths.

It’s bonkers that I can understand her.

Daisy:OBVIOUSLY, he wasn’t getting laid. I don’t even know the guy, why would I sleep with him??

Does she not know how casual sex works? Or is she just the type of girl who has to be in a quote-unquote meaningful relationship before she’ll fuck a dude.

I’m so tempted to ask.

Drew C:Like that’s ever stopped anyone LOL

Daisy:Yes, I’m aware of that. What I meant was, I’m not that kind of girl.

Drew C:So you’ve never slept with anyone on a first date?

Daisy:No.

Drew C:Ever had a one-night stand?

Daisy:Actually, yes, not that it’s any of your business.

I put my hands up—she’s right, it isn’t any of my business, but somehow, this is the way this conversation veered, and I went with the flow.

ABORT THE FLOW.

ABORT.

THE.

FLOW.

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