Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Travis: Lying here. Just took a shower.
Oh boy.
Me: Ah, I see…
And obviously, I do. Travis is probably lying there naked, wanting me to say something sexy so he can get off. Allegedly.
Travis: What are you wearing?
I glance down at my hoodie and gray sweatpants.
Me: Um. A navy hoodie and gray sweatpants?
Travis: Ha ha, you should take it off.
Narrowing my eyes, I debate the wisdom of whether or not I should lecture this jackass about immediately telling a girl she should get naked not two minutes after matching with her on a DATING app, or telling him this is a DATING app—not a hookup app—or deleting him altogether without an explanation and moving on with my night.
I delete Travis.
Shoot Drew Colter a message because why not? I’m bored and have zero other prospects. This pizza is taking forever and a day to cook.
Plus, Drew is nothing if not witty. Turns out, he’s actually a great conversationalist, much to my surprise.
Me: You would not BELIEVE what just happened…
I’m not expecting him to reply so fast but he does.
Drew: I’m all ears.
Me: I matched with this guy, and he immediately asked what I was wearing, then told me to take my clothes off.
Drew: So what I’m hearing is—he’s not a knight in shining armour.
Me: No. He’s an idiot wrapped in tin foil.
Drew: Haha
Drew: What did you tell him you were wearing? Please say sweatpants.
Me: That’s EXACTLY what I told him! And he STILL told me to get naked. See, this is why men suck.
Drew: Uh, in my defense, I never would have told you to take your clothes off.
Me: **eye roll** Yeah right.
Drew: For real.
Me: You’re telling me you’ve never asked a girl to show you her tits on a dating app.
Drew: Yes, that’s what I’m telling you. Why the hell would I want in a picture what I could have in person.
I stare at that sentence, not sure how to respond. Why the hell would I want in a picture what I could have in person.
Why indeed.
I’m still confused about why a guy like Drew Colter is a on a dating app to begin with. I figure all he has to do to get laid is, well—walk outside of his house and girls fall all over him.
But.
He did say he was looking for an actual relationship and not a hookup.
A new kind of message pops up.
YOU HAVE A VOICE MESSAGE FROM: DREW COLTER
The message is fifty-four seconds long.
Huh.
This is new.
I did not know you can send voice messages through the dating app! How did I not know this? Sure didn’t take my new buddy Drew long to figure out the nuisances of the app.
I hit play and brace myself for whatever he’s about to say.
“That came out way wrong.” A low, confident chuckle reverberates through the phone. “What I meant was, I’m not really interested in the kind of girl who willingly sends a dude pictures of her bare tits from little to no prompting, except a single request on this damn app.” He clears his throat. “That’s what I meant. Lost in translation and all that….”
The message ends.
I stare.
Shiver.
Hit play and listen again. “…Not really interested in the kind of girl who willingly sends a dude pictures of her bare tits from little to no prompting…”
Me: Why do I find it hard to believe you’re not interested in the kind of girl who wants to show you her boobs?
Three dots appear as he types.
Three dots disappear.
Then.
A when I give up that he’s going to hit send, another voice message appears.
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love seeing a set of naked boobs. I’m only human, plus I’m a guy.” His laughter sends another shiver down my spine. “What I’m saying—and I think there’s a difference—is that if a girl is willing to show me her boobs after we’ve been talking for less than five minutes, and I’ve never met her in person…” He pauses. “You can guarantee she’s shown her boobs to ten other people. Which is fine, whatever. Do what you want. But I’d rather not walk around campus dating a girl when half the male student population has seen her half naked.”
My fingers tap on the cold top of the table; a table my parents donated that they hadn’t wanted anymore after I moved out when my mother redecorated once I came to college.
Me: So you would LOOK at a picture of a girl’s boobs, but you wouldn’t date her?
Drew: I think long term, I’d prefer someone a little more reserved when it came to that, although I’d never judge someone for it.
Me: How many DMs do you get on social media with naked girl pics?
Drew: Enough of them that it’s probably not normal.
My cheeks get hot thinking about it, and a coil in my stomach churns.
This is not what jealousy feels like, I tell myself. “You don’t even know this guy, get a grip. This is hunger pains, not…” Not whatever this is.