Page 43 of Girls Will Be Girls
“I love him,” Frida admits.
My voice rises an octave. “What? How can you take his side?”
“The only side I’m taking is the side where you date this man and get to do whatever kind of fucking you’d like,” Frida says. “If rage fuck is your choice then I won’t kink shame you.”
”You gotta admit, Lou.” Dylan says after another sip. “She makes some compelling points.”
“So you’re both on the date him wagon?” I say in disbelief. “He just turned down yourbest friend, and you want me todate him?”
“Yes.” They say in unison.
“What if it was just a power play?”
“It wasn’t,” Dylan says. “Cute puppies don’t know how to power play.”
“He wants to date you before making out with you,” Frida repeats. “That’s like ultimate good guy behavior.” I can hear the grossed-out look on her face. “He’s so cute it’s completely sickening.”
Frida hates any cutesy behavior and is against dating comingbeforethe bedroom. She’s the ultimate champion when it comes to our dating lives for us to be treated like queens, wined and dined with flowers, cute lovey messages, and everything else you’d expect fromgoing steadywith someone. But for herself, she’d much rather a one-night stand turned friends with benefits than a guy declaring he likes her.
She’s wonderfully single and has absolutely no desire to change that.
“Also, the confidence on this guy...” Dylan says.
“It’s hot as fuck.” Frida finishes.
I drag a hand down my face. “I was hoping you guys would talk me out of finding that attractive.”
“No way.”
“Nuh-uh.”
They answer at the same time.
There’s a moment of silence as I contemplate my best friends’ emphatic approval when they both start chanting, “Date him, date him, date him…”
“Fine,” I shout. “Fine,” I repeat with a laugh. “One date, but he has to ask again. Otherwise, I just look like I’m desperate for sex.”
“You are.” Dylan giggles.
“I am not!” I defend. “I slept with that guy like two months ago.”
“You mean the one who took you home, you made out, and he fell asleep when you were mid-hand down his pants?”
I slam my face onto the carpet, muffling my voice and hoping the embarrassment gets knocked out of me.
“Yes, thank you, Frida, for that wonderful re-telling.” I deadpan.
There’s a moment of silence with both of their stifled giggles filling the void.
“Date him, date him…” Their whispered chanting starts again.
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I CAN'T DO MY HOT GIRL WALKS WITHOUT MY PATAGONIA VEST
Willie must bea big name in the hiking game because this group is more popular than I expected. Not that there are that many of us really, but for 5 am, it’s almost the equivalent of a packed shopping mall. It’s not even light yet, and he has a group of avid fans around him. I was envisioning no more than three people — including myself and Willie — trying to keep up as we trek through some dark forest.
When I line up to check in with Willie outside the bar — five minutes early may I add, which shocks me more than anyone after tossing and turning all night — there’s already a crowd of eager hikers raring to go in front of me, and I seem to be the last one in line. Overall, I think there are about fifteen of us. It looks like a mixture of tourists and locals, which makes me think Willie must put on a hell of a show for the locals to join in as well.
