Page 6 of Living for Truth
I watch as, once again, the three dots appear and disappear. After five minutes, I assume she’s just going to stop talking to me. I don’t know why that disappoints me so much.
Hannah: I don’t know. Because I’m a woman?
Morgan:It’s probably because he’sgot a small dick.
Hannah: OMG, you did not just say that!!!
Hannah:You’re probably not wrong.
Hannah: But I wouldn’t know, and I will never find out.
Morgan:Good. He probably can’t find the clit anyway.
Hannah:Why do men struggle with that? It’s not like it’s difficult.
Morgan:Good question. I ask myself that all the time.
Hannah:It will go down in the history books as one of the many mysteries ofthe world.
Hannah: How did you end up texting the wrong number if you were already on a date with the guy?
Morgan:Blake and I were talking through Hinge, and he didn’t want to exchange numbers until we met in person. I don’t know why I texted you AGAIN, though. I guess I was hoping maybe we could be friends. I don’t have many.
Hannah:That makes sense. I understand not having many friends too, unfortunately.
Hannah: What if I didn’t respond?
Morgan:I would have left you alone. I don’t try to force things that aren’t supposed to happen.
Hannah:You mean… you let the UNIVERSE decide?
Morgan: uuuuuggggghhhh NO! Lol.
Morgan: But I can’t MAKE you text back, so why would I keep bothering you?
Hannah:Fair point.
Hannah:I need to get to sleep, but you can text me again sometime, I guess. I could always use a new friend.
Morgan:Same. Thank you. Sweet dreams, friend. :)
Hannah:Back at ya :)
I check the time and realize itisgetting kind of late. It’s Saturday, and the shop’s closed tomorrow, but Aly gets up early no matter what day it is, so I should callit a night.
I swipe through some potential matches on Hinge, but no one really stands out. There’s been no… spark with anyone. I’m starting to wonder if I’m destined to be a single dad forever.
I go through the motions of getting ready for bed, check in on my baby girl who’s not a baby anymore, and lay down in the massive king-sized bed that feels extra empty tonight.
I’m tired of being lonely.
I’m tired of not being able to share Alyssa’s milestones and troubles, and I’m tired of not having someone to lay in bed with and debrief about our days.
I don’t want random hookups and flings anymore.
I want a life partner.
Chapter 3
