Page 9 of Sportsball is for Lovers

“There are apps…” He trails off.

“I’m on the apps. I go out and hook up plenty, don’t worry.” My smug smile makes him groan and roll his eyes.

He does give me an idea, though. Pulling out my phone, I turn on location services and the app starts finding people in the city whose profiles indicate they would be an ideal match.

A picture of an excellent pair of tits pops up on my screen. A small birthmark on her clavicle tickles my memory. I chew the inside of my cheek, thinking.

“What’s up?” Yoni asks.

“I think I hooked up with this woman before,” I say slowly.

“Was it good?”

“Well, I didn’t block her after, so…”

He shakes his head. “Sometimes I forget you’re a dick.”

“I don’t even remember what city it was.” Scrolling through the chat history from October, I have a vague recollection.

“You going to see her?”

I shrug. “Might as well. Don’t have anything better to do.”

Tapping out a message, I send it, and the three dots at the bottom of the screen dance as she types her reply.

“So? What’s she say?” Yoni raises his eyebrows.

Smirking up at him, I slip my phone back into my pocket. “Looks like I’ve got a date tonight after all.”