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Kinda figured. Do you have any others?
Silence. For a full five minutes. And now I've eaten ten Twizzlers, and this anxiety is not good for my waistline.
All I can think about is Daire. There's supposed to be a deadline on whatever it is we have. But after last night, things are more muddled than ever. And I can’t help but wonder if I'm looking for any excuse to remain stuck in my ways. The old me would call things off with the seemingly emotionally stable ThatGuy in favor of throwing my heart into the blender that is Daire.
I'm trapped between them, and it’s maddening. ThatGuy is funny and charming and helpful, and Daire is emotionally disengaged and dysfunctional. Together, we are toxic. But I fear that Daire will always own me in some way. He has a piece of my heart I can’t reclaim. Together, we’ve been through something horrific, and it’s created an unshakeable bond.
But then again, how could I not like ThatGuy? He's smart and kind and probably normal. Or at least, I'd like to believe so from the conversations we've had. I want to meet him. But then I don't. I'm so confused.
My phone pings again.
ThatGuy:
I guess it's probably time to tell you I have a giant horn growing out the side of my head, huh?
LolaB:
That would explain the artsy photo filter.
ThatGuy:
I knew it. You're one of those chicks. Can't even dig a guy who has a little freak of nature deformity.
LolaB:
Possibly. Would still need to see it though.
He goessilent on me again. And I start eating Twizzlers again. I text Julian back since he’s messaged me three times already asking about dinner. I tell him yes. And then my phone pings.
It's ThatGuy. And there's a media attachment. My heart fires rapidly when I click on it. But the joke’s on me when I’m greeted by a photo of a rhinoceros.
LolaB:
Ha. Ha. Very funny.
ThatGuy:
I knew this would happen. Blew it, didn't I?
LolaB:
Possibly. Was just thinking that for safety reasons, I should probably know more about you. Like your actual name.
ThatGuy:
Well, I can't blame you for that. We did establish this app is full of lunatics.
LolaB:
We did. And you could be another in sheep's clothing for all I know.
ThatGuy:
But I could also just send you a pic of some random dude and say it's me. I could photoshop my face onto Brad Pitt's body, and you wouldn't know the difference.
LolaB:
That's not true. I know his body like the back of my hand. You know, from that one time we hooked up. Don't tell Angelina.
