Page 64 of Fabulous Filthy Friend

As much as I say it, I’m not sure I’m ready to move on from Rach. I’m not sure if I can. But this girl I’ve never seen, never met, never even talked to other than through messages, reminds me there are other people out there. Nice, friendly, really genuine women.

I click open my inbox. It is her.

INEEDSOMED

Sounds like you had a rough night. I had one myself. A little too much tequila.

I chuckle as I type my response.

HRD4U

Same. Is that why you’re home alone at 10 o’clock on Friday night?

God, that makes me sound really lame.

Her reply pops up.

INEEDSOMED

No. That’s because I’m a loser.

I chuckle at the irony of her comment.

HRD4U

You’re not a loser.

If she is, that makes me one, too.

INEEDSOMED

How could you possibly know that? You don’t know me at all.

True.

But I have a feeling about her. Since she sent that first comment…

HRD4U

I can just tell.

INEEDSOMED

Oh really?

HRD4U

Really. I have loser radar, and it’s not flashing right now.

INEEDSOMED

Ha ha ha. If I’m not a loser, then how come I’m sitting here, waiting for you to come online tonight?

I don’t like for anyone who watches me to think of herself or himself as a loser for doing it. It’s as bad as me considering myself some big sinner. Which logically, I know, isn’t the case despite my ingrained Catholic upbringing making it difficult. Having it crammed down my throat for so long makes it all that harder to overcome. And I’m struggling. Massively.

HRD4U

Nothing wrong with wanting to have fun…

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