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Oh, so she needs to be beautifulANDtalented in the kitchen. Do you expect her in dresses, heels, and pearls when you get home from a long, hard day’s work?

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@BodaciousBuckaroo211 Maybe you should quit while you’re ahead. JoeyB seems ready to rumble this morning.

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DFW@BodaciousBuckaroo211

Dude, relax. I expect nothing. I just appreciate good food. #NoPearlsNecessary #OrHeels #OrDresses

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JoeyB@JoeVSVolcano

Oh, so now you want a cookie for not being Ward Cleaver?

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DFW@BodaciousBuckaroo211

Only if a beautiful woman bakes it for me.

I mean, if you’re going to accuse me of being sexist, I might as well act the part, right?

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JoeyB@JoeVSVolcano

And you play that part so accurately. Makes one wonder how much of a stretch it actually is…

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I closeout the app and drop my phone to the desk beside my computer. I’m angry at Buckaroo, sure, but even more so at myself for being so…juvenile. There’s nothing wrong with appreciating a partner who can cook, no matter their gender. I’ve just gotten to the point in this war between us that I feel like I have to argue witheverythinghe says. It’s always brought me this sense of sick satisfaction, but today, it’s different.

Maybe because I’m growing tired of this year-long battle between us.

No. Not really. Up until just now, it’s filled my day with a sense of excitement and anticipation.

My feelings about it today have more to do with the excellent mood I’ve been in all morning. I woke up with thoughts of last night dancing through my head, and Iswear, I could still feel Dallas’ lips pressed against mine. His tongue exploring my mouth and leaving me breathless.

And letting Buckaroo’s post irritate me and kill that buzz has put me in a shit mood. I can’t even blame him for it. I have no one to blame but myself. I don’t have any customer service chat requests at the moment, so I pick my phone back up to text the girls. But as I open my texting app, a message comes through from my sister.

Callie:OMG Joey! You didn’t tell us your new neighbor works for Linc!

Didn’t I? I guess not.

Me:I just figured it out on Saturday when he mentioned his new boss brought his brother with him to O’Malley’s Friday night. How do you know?

Callie:Dallas mentioned you to Linc this morning, and Linc texted Royal.

Me:What did he say?

Callie:Who? Linc?

Me:Dallas. What did he say to Linc about me?

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