Page 35 of How to Win the Girl

Travis:Who, me?! Nah, I just call it like I see it. You’re snatched.

Okay. I mean—I love a good compliment as much as the next girl but not in the same sentence as the word snatched. But whatever, I’m not going to nitpick, it’s been three seconds.

Me:Thanks lol

Travis:Wyd

Me:Making a pizza and chillin’ in the kitchen

Travis:Oh, so you’re not in bed? **winking emoji**

Me:Uh, no—not yet. It’s not even 7:30 haha

Travis:Aren’t you tired?

Seriously, where is he going with this?

Me:No? And what are YOU doing…

Travis:Lying here. Just took a shower.

Oh boy.

Me:Ah, I see…

And obviously, I do. Travis is probably lying there naked, wanting me to say something sexy so he can get off. Allegedly.

Travis:What are you wearing?

I glance down at my hoodie and gray sweatpants.

Me:Um. A navy hoodie and gray sweatpants?

Travis:Ha ha, you should take it off.

Narrowing my eyes, I debate the wisdom of whether or not I should lecture this jackass about immediately telling a girl she should get naked not two minutes after matching with her on a DATING app, or telling him this is a DATING app—not a hookup app—or deleting him altogether without an explanation and moving on with my night.

I delete Travis.

Shoot Drew Colter a message because why not? I’m bored and have zero other prospects. This pizza is taking forever and a day to cook.

Plus, Drew is nothing if not witty. Turns out, he’s actually a great conversationalist, much to my surprise.

Me:You would not BELIEVE what just happened…

I’m not expecting him to reply so fast but he does.

Drew:I’m all ears.

Me:I matched with this guy, and he immediately asked what I was wearing, then told me to take my clothes off.

Drew:So what I’m hearing is—he’s not a knight in shining armour.

Me:No. He’s an idiot wrapped in tin foil.

Drew:Haha

Drew:What did you tell him you were wearing? Please say sweatpants.

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