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Okay, I’ll check one time to see if he messaged me, but that’s it.
I stride across the room, book forgotten over the arm of my chair. Unlocking my phone, my gaze is immediatelydrawn to the“New Message!”banner from MatchStik. I sink onto the couch and close my eyes, savoring the sense of anticipation and hoping he doesn’t kill it with a “u up?” message.
I tap the link and am instantly relieved.
Dean:
Hey, Rae. I also like wine and cheese (whine and cheesy are acceptable variations) :) Would you be down to meet for a drink tomorrow night to get to know each other better?
Straight to the point and willing to make himself look a little silly. I bite my lip and reply.
Rae:
Hmm idk, I usually like to make sure there’s no murder-vibes before I agree to meet anyone in person. Although, the promise of wine and charcuterie does tend to override my instincts.
I knew offering wine and cheese would be the perfect trap.
Trap?
Did I say trap? I meant that wine and cheese offer the perfect backdrop for a first date. Even if it goes terribly, at least you have wine.
And cheese.
Of course, and cheese. How could I forget our fermented friend?
You forgetting cheese is at least one strike. Usually two, but I’m feeling generous.
Your kindness knows no bounds. Sonnets will be composed in your honor.
I snort a laugh. Alright, he's smooth and quick-witted. So what? I click back on his profile and bite my lip.
Dammit, he’s hot.
I sigh. As much as I tell Wren I’m over relationships and dating, a small part of me wants to try again. Like she said, Iamallergic to cats. Let’s hope Dean hasn’t gotten any after Fish and her kittens.
Okay, you’ve charmed me. I’ll meet you there tomorrow. 7 PM at Barrel and Vine?
Ha! My trap, I mean date idea, is a success! Seven sounds great.
Ya know, if you’re trying to squash the murder vibes, you should stop mentioning that this is a trap.
Who said anything about a trap?
I’ll never turn down wine and cheese, but I’m bringing my pepper spray. A girl needs to be prepared.
Fair enough. I’ll be the one in the dark gray suit.
Perfect. I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to date a man who looks like he’s on the way to a funeral.
Hey! We can’t all wear jeans to work.
Except on casual Fridays?
I’m fully convinced that casual Friday is a myth created by corporate America to give a false sense of hope and camaraderie.
Lol. I look forward to hearing more of your conspiracy theories tomorrow.
Can’t wait. Goodnight, Rae.
