“Me too.” Cooper sat back with a big pout, and I kind of felt bad for them.
“I did put my foot in my mouth,” I offered them as some consolation.
“He has a foot fetish?” Josh asked.
“No!” I rolled my eyes and told them what I actually did and what a bad first date it was. Though after their stories, I wasn’t sure mine qualified as bad anymore.
“Gosh, you’re so lucky you got someone normal,” Cooper said.
“Well, yeah, but your suffering has ended. Mine is only just beginning.”
It felt horrible referring to more dates with Samir as suffering, but I justified it to myself as trying to relate to the guys and make them feel a little better.
Because the truth was: it wasn’t torture at all.
In fact, the more they shared about their truly terrible dates, the more I appreciated my low-key one with Samir. He had been such a good sport; he put up with my fumbles and didn’t complain once.
Oh God!
Was I the Mrs. Sanders and Mr. Greens of the equation?
“Please! Suffering? I’d kill for twelve dinner dates with a normal dude who doesn’t peek at me when I’m showering,” Josh said.
“I thought you were straight.” I raised an eyebrow.
“I am. I… you know what I mean.” Josh rolled his eyes with a scoff.
Cooper ignored him.
“So?” he asked me.
“So what?”
“So, how are you going to make it up to him?”
I opened my mouth, then closed it.
“I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.”
“Youshouldmake it up to him,” Josh agreed.
“I know, but how?”
“Well, for starters, don’t tell him twelve dates with him are a thing to get through,” Cooper offered.
I sighed.
“I know. That was bad. But I was hoping he’d get what I mean. I’ve been out of the game for so long. Not that I’mbackin the game, but you know what I mean.”
“I think,” Josh started, nodding to himself, “you need to talk less.”
“A lot less,” Cooper added.
“Like just stick to one-word sentences.”
“Yeah. That should avoid any further feet in mouths. Unless you guys are into that sort of thing, if you know what I mean.”
“Cooper? Shut up!”
