Page 20 of We Met Like This
True. How long were you with her?
Two and a half years.
You still talk to her at all?I stood to open the blinds on my window, letting the light stream in.
Occasionally, but not much.
What happened?I asked, settling back onto my bed.I mean, if you want to tell me. It’s really none of my business.
She cheated on me.
I scrunched my nose.Sorry.
It happened a while ago.
How long?
About three years.
I furrowed my brow. Three years? I sat up.Wait…I typed.
Yes, you were my first date after the breakup.
Oh my god, Oliver. Why didn’t you tell me?
That would’ve been an appropriate first date conversation?
Probably not. Fonts was much better, I responded. Could this explain why he was so distracted, so awkward, so seemingly uninterested in actually getting to know me on our first date? Or had his recent breakup let me see the real him?
Ha! You’re never going to let me live that down.
Never. But really… I’m so sorry.
Don’t feel sorry for me.
I heard someone recently gave you a carrot, so you’re right, I don’t feel sorry for you.
I didn’t get the carrot!
Well, you should’ve. We need to know what it means. Will you text her back and ask?
I unmatched her.
I paused.Interesting.He was quick to unmatch people too, apparently. Another reason we were on and off each other’s radars.Have you unmatched anyone today?
A woman whose first message was asking me what size shoe I wore.
Is that third message talk?
That’s wait and find out talk.
I smiled. That was one thing Ihadn’tfound out. My hands never made it that far. An image of me unbuttoning his shirt, sliding my hands across his abs, his body reacting to my touch, flashed in my mind and sent a thrill through me. I cleared my throat, surprised. To him, I only typed:Noted.
I’m sorry, he typed back quickly.I don’t normally… if that made you uncomfortable…
I laughed.Pretty sure I started it. Doesn’t bother me at all.In fact, I found that I was enjoying the innuendos very much. But again, this was never our problem.
What about you?he asked.Unmatch anyone today?
