While pulling the pins out of my hair my phone beeps, and I look down to where it’s sitting on the laminate counter of my bathroom and see I have a text from Chase.
Chase:You ready to party?
Maggie:Not really
Chase:Why?
Maggie:I have no wingwoman.
Chase:Wingwoman?
Maggie:Hannah
Chase:What do you need a wingwoman for? Isn’t this a work party?
Maggie:Yes. But as it turns out, Dawson is single. Got the story wrong. And now my wingwoman has ditched me.
Chase:Ah … the plot thickens.
Maggie:Yes
I send him a crying emoji.
Chase:You know what? You don’t need a wingman. You’ve got this.
Maggie:I feel like I need a wingman.
Chase:What about Devon?
I send him a laughing emoji. The one with the tears coming out of its eyes. I’m not really laughing, but that comment was ridiculous.
Maggie:Devon would be the worst wingman ever.
Chase:I’m assuming Chelsea is out too.
Maggie:Yep. No help at all.
There’s also the issue that I’ve never said anything to them about it.
I take a breath and look in the mirror. I need to give myself a pep talk. I can be my own wingman. I will just walk myself over to Dawson, look him in the eye, and … what? What will I do? I’ll probably choke, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll walk up to him, look him in the eye, and say something about Chad. Because that’s what we do.
Chase:Your dad?
Maggie:And June?
Chase:Who’s June?
I send him off a text about June and how we think that there’s something going on between them and that she’s coming to the party.
Chase:That’s … wow.
Maggie:Yep
Chase:I don’t think my dad will ever date anyone.
Maggie:That’s what mine said.
Chase:My dad was pretty serious about it.