Page 5 of Friends Don't Kiss

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All good.

I turn the ignition.

Click. Nothing.

“Fuck.”

Turn. Click. Click. Nothing.

“Come on, you little shit.”

Turn. Click.

Fuck me.

I glance around the parking lot. Good. Colton’s truck is here. He’s home. I guess I’m asking for his help.Again.This really needs to stop.

Yo Colton

Colt

Wassup

Can you jump-start my car

Now?

Now?

Duh.

Is that a yes?

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Colton

Iglanceattheprofileon the dating app and immediately regret my life choices. Why did I agree to that first date again? I’d much rather be at Lazy’s, kicking back with a beer and unwinding with my friends, than dressing up and making small talk with someone I don’t know.

I get that meeting someone new is the whole point of the first date. The whole point of a dating app. But it’s not what I want anymore.

Maybe I’m getting old, even if I’m not yet thirty. My finger hovers over the screen. I should just cancel.

Oh come on, man. The woman is probably getting all pretty for her date. Don’t do this to her.

Fuck. Okay. I’m picking her up at her place, then meeting her friends at this upscale lounge, so I made an effort.

Suit: Check. (white shirt, no tie)

Nails scrubbed free of grease at my sister’s spa: Check. (Not done done, just cleaned up)

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