Me: Don’t judge. I haven’t left the house in days, so messy bun it is.
When he returns the favor by sending me a picture of him lounging on his couch, I pause to take in the photo. His profile one was cute, but it’s nothing compared to the sexy guy who’s now gracing my screen, especially because he didn’t take the time to find better lighting or pose in a douchey way.
His photo comes off as laid-back, and that’s the kind of guy I want. I’m sick of men who think they’re God’s gift to women. This guy has a cocky way about him but in a sexy way, not an eye-roll way.
He has a ball cap on that looks old and worn, and I can tell the lounge pants he’s wearing hug him in all the right places because, yeah, he showed me all the goods.
Fully clothed, that is.
I smile as I text.
Me: I call bullshit. Send me another photo that proves it’s you by doing something silly.
Being a sixth-grade teacher, I swear I’m only slightly above their maturity level, and I love when I get to play with people like this. Life’s too short to be so serious.
A picture of him with wide eyes while he’s blowing out his cheeks as big as possible appears on my screen within seconds. I laugh out loud at how ridiculous he looks but also at how playful he is.
Drew: I would have pulled my ears out, too, but I needed to hold my phone to take the photo.
Me: Fine. I believe it’s you. ;-)
Drew: Oh no, you don’t get off that easy. Your turn. Show me your silly face.
I raise one eyebrow, cross my eyes, stick my tongue out to the side while tilting my head to the right, and snap a photo, hitting Send without even looking at it. When it appears on the screen, I slap my hand to my forehead.I can’t believe I just sent that!
Drew: Well, Sharee, it’s nice to meet you. What have you been doing during this fine time on lockdown?
Me: Sigh … nothing. You’ve been the most exciting thing to happen to me in over a week.
I hit Send and then shake my head at how that sounded, so I go on.
Me: Yikes. That sounded so lame. I swear I’m not that lame. I just live alone, and I never realized how bad that sucked until I couldn’t leave my house.
Drew: I hear you. I’ve been gone, and now, I’m back home and not sure what to do.
Me: Where were you?
Drew: A little bit of everywhere.
Me: For work?
Drew: Yeah. How about you? What do you do for a living?
Drew: Wow. Now, I sound lame. When did we get old enough to ask someone that?
Me: Right?! But I get it. I’m a sixth-grade teacher.
Drew: So, you’re off for a while then?
Me: Yep. At least I’m still getting paid. How about you? Are you working right now or no?
Drew: I’m off but still getting paid. I just signed on right before all this went down, so I got lucky. I know a few guys who didn’t, and they’re scrambling right now. Kinda sucks, you know?
Me: Yeah, everyone’s in the same boat, so hopefully, things will work out. What do you do?
Drew: I’m following my dreams for as long as I can.
Me: Yeah, your profile said that.
