She snorts and I know she’s picturing the same thing. “You’re onto something. I’m taking a box of shirts, tanks, and hats. I don’t love the hats. It was a bad decision on a drunken night. I need to get rid of them.”
“The hat was not a bad decision, but something you probably shouldn’t order more of,” I tell her, making note to wear the one she sent me next week when we stream.
“You never told me what your plans are. Anything fun? Any hot dates?” she pushes, not letting me off the hook.
I roll my eyes, even though I know she can’t see me. “You know me. Hotties be banging down my door all day long.”
“I can totally see hotties banging on your door, Bernie.”
I shrug off her sarcasm. I wish I had that problem, but I don’t. “Nah, I’m actually going to a bachelorette party tomorrow.”
And I’m excited about it. So who needs a hot date?
“Ooh, for Morgan, right? She’s marrying Dex, yeah?” She knows the guys through the gaming circuit but hasn’t met the girls. She only knows them from our talks.
“Yes, and get this, we’re going to take a pole dancing class.”
“Shut the front door!” Katie squeals.
I laugh at her reaction. “I’m a little nervous. I’m not the most coordinated person.”
“Girl, it’ll probably end up being your new favorite thing. I’m gonna need all the details.”
I agree to report back, and shortly after saying good bye to her, I shut down my computer. The night is young, so I’m looking forward to some off-screen time by digging into a new romance I picked up at the bookstore last week.
I may be a gamer girl, but I love a good romance novel too, so spending a Friday night curled up on my couch with a good book? Count me in. Because what girl doesn’t want to fall in love with a swoony book boyfriend when a real-life boyfriend isn’t an option?
Sigh.