Zach: I’m sending you a picture anyway.
Zach: DOWNLOAD ATTACHMENT
I’m scaredas hell to push the download button—I mean, it could be a dick pic or something. I don’t think Zach is a douchebag, but you never know.
Screw it.
I bite my lip as I watch the circle spin and the image comes through.
“Awww!”
Me: YOU SENT ME A PICTURE OF A SMILING GOAT!
Me: You’re officially my favorite person ever.
Zach: Told you I was cute. ;-)
Me: How did you know they were my weakness?
Me: Also, will you please buy me one?
Zach: 1. EVERYONE loves smiling baby goats. That’s just science. 2. No.
Me: Rebuttal… 1. Excellent point. 2. I think you spelled yes wrong. Y-E-S.
Zach: N-O.
Me: I knitted you a damn PENIS POTHOLDER. Least you could do to repay me for my kindness is to buy me a baby goat. Don’t be a jerk, Zach. No one likes those.
Zach: Speaking of those potholders…when am I getting those? We live close. We could always meet…
Me: You think you’re so slick.
Zach: Aren’t I?
Me: No.
Zach: Well?
Me: I’ll consider it, but later. I still have to ensure you’re not a creeper.
Zach: You’ll knit a man potholders but won’t give them to him? Who’s the jerk now?
Me: Buy me that baby goat and we have a deal.
Zach: You play a tough hand, Delia.
Me: Question is, will you win this round, or will I?
Zach: I just thought of something.
Me: Congratulations!
Zach: We should “accidentally” meet up and you can “accidentally” give me those potholders.
Me: Using quotes doesn’t make your scheme not a scheme. Cheater!
Zach: Well, I never…