Page 40 of How to Win the Girl

My app buzzes to let me know I have another match.

Me:Did I say no panties? I meant GRANNY panties.

Drew:Yeah, that’s what I thought you meant…it feels more accurate.

Another wink.

I rack my brain to switch gears, thinking of another topic because even though this flirting is fun, I’m not sure how far to go with it or when to cut it off.

Guys like Drew Colter kind of scare me.

Big. Strong.

Sure of themselves in ways I will never be.

Of course I have girlfriends like this, with a confidence I can’t match. I don’t lack it completely, but it’s not like I’m strutting across campus like Beyoncé, wind fan blowing through my hair, all the world’s a stage.

Me:You’re not supposed to judge a book by its cover.

Drew:True.

Me:You don’t want me judging YOU by your cover, do you?

Drew:God no.

Drew:Have I already apologized for my behavior in Mass Comm? I was having an off day and didn’t want to be there. I’m not usually like that—normally, I’m chill and can sit a minute.

Somehow I doubt that.

Me:It’s not as if the class is riveting. I don’t know what that guy’s problem is, but it feels like he’s there to talk about himself, not teach us about how the marketing industry works.

Drew:And let’s not forget, pushing the latest version of his textbook.

Me:What a racket.

Drew:Okay, so besides all that—what are you into? Your bio said you like hot dogs and what else.

Me:LOL I thought that would be funny but also illustrates that I’m chill and low key?

Drew:Do you eat anything besides hot dogs, tho?

Me:Er. I will put anything in my mouth.

Drew:No comment.

Me:THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT

Drew:I know, but it had to be said. No one would have let that go. I’m a decent dude, but not THAT decent…

Me:Haha. I also like steak, seafood, veggies, ice cream, stadium food.

Drew:Same to all that.

Drew:Plus pizza and Chinese takeout.

Me:And you like to read?

Drew:Yeah—who doesn’t?

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