Considering my brother’s poor math skills, it was probably just a matter of time until Nate would figure out I was hiding Grindr behind the appearance of a calculator app.
Never.
That’s not very nice of you. I always introduce you to all my girlfriends!
Oh yes lucky me
Fuck you! You have a dozen pics of this guy’s dick and you didn’t even plan on telling me you were seeing someone?!
JFC calm DOWN
I’m not SEEING him
I tried to set you up with Ava last semester!
Who?
The Kappa Tau girl from my study group? Black hair, blue eyes, nice curves?
Ah
Yes and it was horrible
I am hurt.
Wounded!
I suppress another groan. This is exactly the reason why I don’t talk to Nate about my dating life. First, aside from some Grindr chats, it’s basically nonexistent. And second, he always adds an extra-large spoon of drama to everything.
It’s hard for Nate to understand that not everyone operates like him. That not everyone throws his heart out there so freely, unafraid to get attached and then dumped or ridiculed.
Well, you have a date next week.
WHAT???
NO!
Wait
WITH WHOM?!
With Michael. He’s a really funny guy!
Who’s michael
Are you kidding me, Nicky?! The guy in the picture! With that fine ass?!
I tilt my head back and groan, throwing my cell into my lap so I can massage my temples. I probably should have seen this coming from a mile away. Nate is the type of guy who can’t be single for long, so obviously he has tried to push guys and girls on me from the moment I came out as bisexual to him. Worst of all, I know he has good intentions, probably being very proud of himself right now for securing his hermit brother a date with the guy I only know asbig_teddy_m.
Didn’t know his name was michael
Of course you didn’t. You only treated him as jerk-off material so far!
That’s not true!
I immediately regret my words, but before I can try and delete the message, my brother is already typing again:
Oh yeah?
