Just wish the nightmares would stop.
Let’s talk about something else.
What are we going to do about this suite situation when you find a bridesmaid to bang?
Even typed out, I hate those words. Hate the sentiment. Hate what they could mean. Why did I even type them?
...
Are you joking?
Yes. Obviously.
That wasn’t obvious
In my defense, text lacks tone.
Can get confusing.
Just so we’re clear, there will be no bridesmaids.
Got it. How much do I owe you for the room?
What? It’s on me. You’re doing me a favor.
Uh
Hate to break it to you, but you could get any girl to go with you on a free trip to Florida.
You should be taking a real girl
It takes a couple of minutes before he answers. My stomach flutters with nerves I try to wash away with a huge gulp of water from the bottle at my bedside. Why am I nervous? This is Asher.
YOU’RE NOT A REAL GIRL?
When did the robots take over?
I haven’t fully trained my dragon yet!
You know what I mean.
I don’t
You’re as real as they come.
Prickles cascade over my skin. It’s not even a compliment, but for some reason, it resonates.
You’re as real as they come.
I meant a girl with potential
A girlfriend
Another long pause follows my answer, and I pull the covers over my head. Why did I say that? I’m making things infinitely worse, but I can’t seem to stop.
Jocelyn
Please stop.
