Page 37 of How to Win the Girl

Me:So you would LOOK at a picture of a girl’s boobs, but you wouldn’t date her?

Drew:I think long term, I’d prefer someone a little more reserved when it came to that, although I’d never judge someone for it.

Me:How many DMs do you get on social media with naked girl pics?

Drew:Enough of them that it’s probably not normal.

My cheeks get hot thinking about it, and a coil in my stomach churns.

This is not what jealousy feels like, I tell myself. “You don’t even know this guy, get a grip. This is hunger pains, not…” Not whatever this is.

Me:Interesting

Drew:LOL

Incidentally another voice message pops up and I’m beginning to think Drew Colter has more to say than he originally led on. At least—in class, he doesn’t come off as the deep conversationalist type but the reality is he’s more insightful than he looks.

So much for judging the guy based on first impressions.

“Listen, Daisy Cakes. There is only so much a person can do or control when he’s in the quote-unquote public eye. None of us ask for this, right? We grow up loving the game of football, and in my case, I was born with it in my blood.” He goes on to explain. “My father played. My two older brothers play professionally, and that’s my plan, too. If a woman takes it upon herself to assume I’ll be lured by a sexy photograph, that’s on her—not me. All I can do is block and delete the same way you did with the douche canoe asking you to take off your granny panties.”

My brain racks.

Both his older brothers play professionally? Does that mean they’re pro or that they play in arena leagues? I don’t follow football. If I happen to hit a tailgate or a game, it’s for the food.

I heart snacks and Drew Colter seems to have more layers than an onion.

Not that I’d want to eat an onion…

But you get what I’m saying.

I squirm in the kitchen chair, almost forgetting about the pizza, leaning to gaze through the small oven window.

Bubbling cheese.

Not quite golden enough to be done cooking.

Me:Thanks for sharing that info—it was a good reminder that I shouldn’t lump all guys into one category when it comes to sex.

Drew:I think we’re all guilty of stereotyping, let’s be honest.

Me:Oh?

Drew:Yeah, I mean when I first met you I assumed you were a raging beyotch.

Me:Gee, thanks.

Drew:LOL don’t take it the wrong way

Me:Is there literally any other way to take it???

Drew:ALL I MEANT WAS THAT YOU WERE TRYING TO FOCUS, so I assumed you were a giant nerd.

Drew:But that’s cool ’cause I’m a giant nerd too.

I roll my eyes.

Me:I just rolled my eyes SO hard.

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