Page 46 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
A guy can hope. I mean, my brothers-in-law are my best friend, a man who invents video games, my favorite bar owner, and now a football player? I’m in man heaven!
Stella
You’re ridiculous.
Simon
So I’ve been told.
Maeve
Okay, to round this up: We all think this is fake. But we’re all in agreement that we’re going to go along with this until further notice? Agree.
Quinn
Yes, Mama Maeve.
Stella
Noted.
Simon
I can’t wait to go to games this year!
Maeve
Why do we even try with you…
guide to love rule #28
When entering a fake relationship, have safeguards in place to make sure you don’t fall for your faux boyfriend.
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ainsley
For the most part,I love who I am as a person. I love my empathy and the way I can find good in most situations. I love my job and helping people. I have good friends, am a good sister, and being an aunt is the best title in the world.
But I hate—no, loathe—that I’m an overthinker.
It’s the actual worst.
Because tell me why, I, a fully capable and grown woman, is sitting her in apartment, alone, staring at her phone, wondering if she should text the man she’s apparently dating.
I mean, I can, can’t I? He made sure to give me his number earlier today when we were at breakfast. When we said our goodbyes, he told me that we’d talk soon to figure out our next steps. But did that mean he would reach out to me? Me reach out to him? I’m not exactly sure what I would say, but I have questions that we didn’t get to today due to my siblings interrupting us in the worst game of ninja spies ever.
First: How long am I going to be the girlfriend of Linc Kincaid? Are we talking weeks? Months? Years? What have I signed up for?
Oh, and the question of sleepovers. Likes does he expect things to happen? I don’t feel like he does. I stayed at hishouse last night, and he put me in his bed and slept on an uncomfortable recliner when I was there for the vulnerable taking. But I’m not, as my sisters say, experienced. I’ve slept with two guys in my life, and both of those were very forgettable. Or really, unforgettable, because of how bad they were.
At least, I don’t think they were good? I don’t have anything to compare it to. I just know ifthatwas good, then I have no idea what my sisters talk about or what I read about in romance novels.
I want to talk to him about these things, but if I text him, am I weird? Clingy? I don’t want to be a stage-five clinger, but I’m starting to feel like a stage five crazy person.
Just as I’m about to toss my phone down on the couch to get it out of sight, I feel the vibration in my hand of a text coming through.
Boyfriend
