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I look forward to hearing from you, and I’m fine with getting more familiar with one another through the app before we meet in person.
- TJ
I smile. Could it be possible that I met a normal man through this app? Then I laugh because I remember Felicia saying Hank sounded normal. I copy the message from TJ and send it by text to Laura to screen him.
“Smiles?” Trevor asks.
“Uh. Yeah. This guy seems nice.”
“From the app?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s his name?”
“Are you planning to start crafting nicknames for him even before the first date? You know that’s against the rules.”
“I won’t. Scout’s honor.”
“It’s TJ,” I tell him, a smile creeping across my face again.
It’s not that I want to fall for someone other than Trevor, but since he’s obviously not interested, the idea of finding someone else appeals to me. And this guy, for some reason, already seems like someone I want to find out more about, unless this date with Chase leads to more dates and something serious develops between us. Then I’ll just get off the app and fall for Chase. Problem solved.
Trevor smiles.
“Why are you smiling?” I ask. “Wait. Is it because you have the same initials as TJ?”
Trevor’s eyes go momentarily wide. “Nah. But that’s a coincidence, huh?”
“Yeah. Maybe the best men in the world have those initials.”
“He must have really impressed you already.”
“I have a good feeling, but I can’t trust my instincts, so I’m having Laura vet him for me.”
“Is she on the app?”
“No. I just texted her the message so she can read it over.”
“Wow.”
My phone pings. It’s Laura.
Laura:He looks good enough for you to keep talking with him. Besides, he’s not pushing for a date yet, so you have nothing to lose.
Lexi:Thanks!
“What are you doing tonight?” Trevor asks.
“Well,” I say. “Let’s see. All my closest friends are totally busy with ‘squirrel things,’ so I’m not quite sure.”
I purposely put air quotes around squirrel things since we both know that’s code for party planning, which apparently may be happening at Rob’s.
“How about I pop by after the squirrel stuff?” Trevor offers.
“I’d like that,” I tell him.
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