Page 6 of Hot Girls Date Demons

Safe.

Even if home is a tiny, one-bedroom apartment with nobody waiting for me.

No husband.

No boyfriend.

No kids.

Hell, I don't even have a cat.

Not because I don't want one.

I love cats.

But my hours are so terrible I'd feel guilty leaving some poor furry little thing alone all day while I pull doubles and pick up extra shifts.

Story of my life, really.

Thirty-seven years old, curvy enough that every magazine insists I should spend my life hiding beneath flowy tops, and still waiting for a happily ever after that apparently got lost in the mail.

My sister says I should try online dating again.

I'd rather eat broken glass.

The last guy I matched with spent forty minutes explaining cryptocurrency to me and another twenty asking if I'd ever considered losing weight.

Like being fat was the worst thing I could be.

Much worse than being a shallow, vapid fuckhead.

Oh yeah.

Romance truly is alive and well.

I sigh and crack open one eye.

The train car is mostly empty this time of night.

A college kid asleep with his backpack clutched to his chest.

An older woman knitting.

A businessman snoring softly two rows ahead.

Normal.

Quiet.

Exactly what I need.

They get off at the next stop.

A couple of kids get on.

I ignore them at first.

Then someone yells.